Sharing here a wonderful story about a father. At this moment , I now nothing about the blog or it’s owner other than she liked the post I shared on Ally’s Kitchen. I automatically came to her sight to read something there. I try to do this for a new like. I don’t always get that chance but I do try.
Seeing that Father’s Day is this coming Sunday, I thought it was a good time to post it. I will be checking out the blog soon. Sarah
I took a deep breath and began typing the first letter – one and half pages. There were words I couldn’t decipher. He was on the ship, “The Triona”. He talked about the Lascars – who were they? Who were the Mc Raes he saw before he left? I penned a note to ask my Aunt. She was bound to know. At 94, she was still as sharp as a tack.
I typed up the next letter ’20 June 1948’. Three weeks in and he was still on the ship. There was a diagram of his quarters and a description of the food he’d eaten. I guess he was a typical 18 year old boy who loved to eat. He wondered if his new nephew or niece had arrived. He worried about my grandfather and if he was coping with the garden without him. He was sick of being…
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