I grew up knowing that my Uncle Frank was my dad’s best friend … at least his adult BF. I knew that he was the connection point for my parents, but I never realized that meant he was a communication go-between for them … let alone, had to share his fudge! Frank often mentions the cold in Quantico … I guess Global Warming has had an effect.
Sure do wish that I had my mother’s letter to Frank … would love to list the list of chow … but knowing my mom and grandmother, I am pretty sure it was a feast. When he comments about the place filling up … he mentions “something brewing” … America is still a year out of entering WWII … though Europe had been at war over a year by December of 1940. But what was brewing here?!
I love that my mother-to-be was practicing her handwriting and printing on the envelope of her brother’s letter.
