July 21st, 1997
I just finished weeding through the moldy velvet interior jewelry box that I kept my important letters and stuff in elementary school.
I threw away almost everything else except a bunch of letters from cousin Brian from the early 80s that were just so simple and funny:
11-8-1983
Dear Megan,
How are you? I am fine. Are you in any more plays? I’m playing soccer right now. I’ve scored six goals. How is your skating? Is it fun? Do you fall down a lot? What new tricks are you learning? Hope you can write soon.
Love,
Brian
Or:
11-4-1982
Dear Megan,
How are you doing? Just want to write a little letter. Thanks for the sticker. On Halloween I went trick or treating to some houses and then I went to a party with a lot of my friends. For Halloween I went as Dracula. You probably have a lot of stickers. You are probably real smart.
Love your friend and cousin,
Brian
He was also very intrigued with my participation in the Brownies. Three letters asked if I had joined the ranks or not.
Before I sorted through the box, I started going through packs of pictures for the photo album my brothers and I are putting together for our parents’ anniversary. Most were form 1978-81 taken on family trips to Niagra Falls, Fort Ticonderoga and other historical sites at which we ould pose next to statues and climb all over canons. I barely remember those trips. I’m grateful for the pictures.
