Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Hoard Of Letters

A hoard of letters just surfaced in England, fifty years after the fact, some of which were written by me in the distant mission, as a boy. They were letters to a girl named Diana. This comes shortly after my aged mother converted many of the letters that my father wrote from the mission to digital form. Those were literally snatched from a fire. This is a letter (pictured) from my mother to the young Diana. My sister and I, she wrote, were "used to climbing up and down the rope ladder in and out of boats, and going ashore and eating local foods like octopus and sea snails". OBSERVATION: The letter marks our arrival on Tarawa, which in those days was still quite a primitive place.

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