Monday, April 21, 2014

EASTER---SEVENTY YEARS PAST

 
 


This is the Easter card my Daddy sent to Mother while he was still away in WWII.   Since he came home in 1945, I surmise that it was the one he sent in 1944, making it seventy years old this year.

 

I try to think of that big strong man, gluing down those dainty posies (perhaps having cut them from another card or picture, maybe even one she’d sent to him), and getting the delicate lace of the paper doily cut and trimmed and set in to fit.   The tiny metal bar with the star was from one of the medals he received, and when I framed the card, I saw how hard it must have been to handle that small piece, even with my much-smaller fingers.

 

Even at that young age, I know his hands were callused and scarred and bent a bit from all the farm work and mechanic work that he’d done all his life.   He “worked on” airplanes, keeping the pilots and crew safe and air-worthy, and the imagining of laying down those tremendous responsibilities and sitting down to such a personal and tender moment is a precious thing to me.   Just the great scrubbings with LAVA soap, trying to get his end-of-day fingers clean enough to handle such a delicate bit of work is a lovely thought.  
 
 All the imagination and time that went into that one sweet offering, sent “back home” with his love and thoughts---I smile when I think of that bright young man, so talented with machines and cars and with a genius eye and hand for working with wood.  He began life with very little except a keen mind and hands willing to work, and he built a home and family and many, many houses and rooms and magnificent pieces of furniture which still stand a testament to those talented hands which bent so willingly to craft the dainty message for his sweetheart.

 

 

8 comments:

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello Rachel:

This touches us greatly. What a wonderful memento to have and to cherish and one which is so very, very personal.

We have a Bible with an inscription given as a Christmas present by Margaret Hope Hattatt to her husband, David, who was serving with the armed forces during the Second World War. These things matter.

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello Rachel:

This touches us greatly. What a wonderful memento to have and to cherish and one which is so very, very personal.

We have a Bible with an inscription given as a Christmas present by Margaret Hope Hattatt to her husband, David, who was serving with the armed forces during the Second World War. These things matter.

Miss Merry said...

What a meaningful and loving memento from your dad. Such a special keepsake!

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Southern Lady said...

What a priceless testament to the love between your Mama and Daddy, Rachel ... and a beautiful tribute to your dad. I know they were both so very proud of the kind, gracious, and very talented daughter they raised.

Sandra Norman said...

BEAUTIFUL. SUCH A WONDERFUL MAN! LOVED HIM SO.

Sandra Norman said...

BEAUTIFUL. SUCH A WONDERFUL MAN! LOVED HIM SO.

Kim S. said...

That is one of the sweetest mementoes I’ve ever seen. I love that you have it and know the story and the time. It is the kind of thing that makes me sad when I see them in an antique store because it means that its importance has been lost and that no one cherishes it anymore. But you do!