Your letter was welcome as always.
Time passes quickly in the Spring and Summer months. Altho I just realized I haven’t written for a few weeks, never a day passes that all of you are not in my thoughts. Distance will never dim your faces. Working outside during Spring and Summer months is therapy for me. It seems like a miracle when barren winter land suddenly becomes alive with color.
Graduation according to Aunt Rosemary was a happy event for all of you. I was ready for all the details when she arrived home.
That everything changes is a basic truth in every existence. But I see little change in Roscoe change comes so slowly to Roscoe that it is almost impenetrable. However here I find sentiment and security: So many features foster this—the hills completely covered with green foliage, the river never fails to fascinate me, and lifelong friends. But the major reason why Mark, P. and Matt want to come here — Toy City. Last week they bought transformer Dinosaurs (waste of money). Last week, Matt’s Home Run made him the center of cheering Little Leaguers and their Parents. He may be a natural athlete or am i a proud Grandma, dreaming?
Instant gardens give me no satisfaction but when an apparently dead seed takes root in soil and rises, my faith is reinforced.
“Our God has given to Earth the art to nestle a seed whilst the seed is seemingly dead, make it take root and rise”.
Excerpt from a draft letter to Michael. June 26, 1985.
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