I couldnt resist sharing this. A LONG READ BUT WORTH IT. During the 5 years that my father was in service during WWII, my mom and dad wrote to each other every day. My mother kept every letter my dad wrote - yes - we have boxes and boxes of letters we found after my mother passed away and my sister has started reading them. She shared this with me yesterday. He must have been thinking of home. How appropriate as their wedding anniversary is(was) this weekend. Feb 1, 1942, Dad wrote this from the Panama Canal Zone where he was stationed. I can just imagine how it is with the snow falling. Not too cold and very still that when you’re walking in it you seem all by yourself, as there wasn’t another person around for miles. The flakes are large and soft feeling when they brush against your face. They cling to your eye lashes and your hair that is exposed to it. Your hat is white with new fallen flakes, so that when you pass under a light, it sparkles like it was covered with a million small diamonds. Occasionally a flake will slip in behind your coat collar and down your neck. It’s cold, but only for a minute. But you don’t mind. And as you look at a light in the none too far distance, these flakes seem to spin a huge spider web which has some color of the rainbow. Very little but just enough ot make it beautiful. In the morning when the sun comes up you see a new world. Clean and white. All the roof tops have a white coat and the trees are heavy under the load of a million sparklers. In fact, in the early sun everything sparkles but only till the warmth of it melts it and kills the sparkle. Then it is just snow again. It’s beautiful while it lasts.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 13:39:25 +0000
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