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Almost 70 years ago Clyda and Veon were married. That union is why we are all here. This blog is created to capture our thoughts and help us get to know each other better. There will be a new question posted each Sunday until December. Please use contributors first names only. If you are posting anonymously please add your first name to the text. Enjoy!
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Attention everyone...Marilyn has a WEB PAGE !! You can check it out at www.marilynsmithartist.com!
Nicole, please publish the following disclaimer in a prominent place:
I hesitated to make long narratives with these posts, but Nicole said she might put the whole blog thing into a book form someday, and I could use this as a forum for writing for my kids and grandkids. I can’t pass up an opportunity like that. So rather than bore you, feel free to skip anything you’re not interested in or don’t want to be bothered to read. Sonja
Note from Nicole:
I am happy to do this for anybody that is interested. I am enjoying hearing from each of you and would love to hear from more. Thanks Sonja for taking the time to work on this and giving us an opportunity to get to know you better.
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I have had a "pen-pal" for the past45 years. We have never met but we share the same birthday. We started writing in the 6th grade. She lives in New Hampshire. We had planned to meet on our 40th birthday but that day came and went quite awhile ago. Maybe our 60th.......
Marilyn
One of the most meaningful letters I ever got was the one informing me that I had been selected to receive the faculty nominated award for "Social worker of merit and promise" in graduate school.
One of the best I ever sent was to Sister Parmily when she was general president of the Primary and I was Primary president in my ward. It was after the church had sold Primary Children's Hospital and we were sent a letter signed by the First Presidency of the church asking Primary workers to collect money for the hospital. (I think they were still calling it "Pennies by the Inch"). I told sister Parmily that the request was as inappropriate as asking them to collect money for the Heart Fund or any other worthy cause, and it was underhanded to have it signed by the First Presidency, as if it was under the auspices of the church, and I was not going to ask my Primary workers to do it. (That one's probably still in my "file").
Of course, two of the most memorable letters I've received were my acceptance letters into the BSW and MSW programs at the U of U. However, for an unknown reason to me, I received the sweetest card from my aunt Suzanne. Then, a few weeks later, I received another one from my grandmother, and sometime later, yet another card from my aunt Jerilyn came in the mail. I felt very loved and special; a feeling that lasted and lasted! I LOVED getting letters from my mom in my lunch. She didn't do it often, just enough that it felt really special.
Interesting mail I remember receiving were rebate checks. My grandpa (Ve) used to send in rebates in his grandkids names. Too cute!
As far as the best letters I've sent...pretty sorry. In 8th grade, I sent a letter to President Clinton asking him to "save the rain forest." My mother's favorite was a letter I once left her on my dresser about cleaning my room and something about it will happen "when monkeys fly out of my butt." She likes to remind me of that every now and then.
Mindy
I can't single out a one best letter. There have been many: Love notes from Nadia; Letters from family; Letter for service representing Jesus Christ; Even letters of reprimand or complaint directed at me that allowed me to better understand the sender or my weakness; Notes written into holiday cards; These family Blog letters; .... Maybe the question should be the best letter this week?
Best: Letters sent: Love letters to Nadia, Blaise and Serge. They help me attempt to contemplate and verbalize inner feelings and if they are where they should be.
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