My Dears

Mother and I corresponded weekly for over 50 years. Thirty years ago, I began to keep her letters. Recently I decided to collate some in a book so others could share my delight in reading them. They paint a vivid picture of her life, her interests, and enthusiasms, and are lively, funny, and informative, still making me smile when I read them. Letter writing is somewhat of a dying art because of modern methods of communication, so this is a small attempt to preserve one aspect of our social history.