Thursday, 14 April 2016

The Original Happy Mail

Once upon a time, Mum wrote a letter.
Actually, scrub that.
Mum wrote lots of letters.
She began her life-long habit of writing to penfriends in the late 1950s.
There was Janice in South Wales, Bobby in America, Mariette in Belgium.
And then there was Kay.
Which brings me back to my opening line ... once upon a time, Mum wrote a letter.
It was 1974.  She was 30 years old with three small children 
and a husband preparing to leave the Royal Air Force. 
In Kay, Mum found a kindred spirit. 
 A married lady of the same age who had two young children.
There the similarities ended, as Kay lived in semi-rural Australia.
Somehow, these two young women, living a world away from each other,
became the best of friends. 
Kay's family became our family and vice versa.
Even though they never met, they loved each other dearly.
Her final letter arrived on 11 December, 1995.
Kay passed away in February 1996, just six months after Dad.
I have Kay's letters now, each and every one.
I can't bring myself to read them.  Somehow it seems wrong.
We were raised to never read other people's mail and I don't think I can start now.  
Kay's daughter has all of Mum's letters, boxed and in a wardrobe.
Before she died, Mum reflected on how much she had loved Kay
and expressed a wish that something could be done with all the letters.
One day, I hope to make that happen.
To find a publisher and a willing editor.

Kay's husband travelled to the UK in 1997 and stayed with us for three weeks. 
 He was, as I believe the Aussies might say, a bonza bloke.
The Brainy One and I went to Australia in 2005 and spent a week with Kay's husband,
 daughter, son-in-law and grand daughters.
   We are still in touch and I still think of them as extended family.
From little acorns, mighty oaks grow.

5 comments:

alexa said...

How special to have all of those letters both here and thousands of miles away, Ruth, which dovetail with each other and tell the story of the blossoming of a long and deep friendship. I can really understand about the reluctance to read them, too. Very moving. I hoe there's a way forward which doesn't feel intrusive and yet honours you all.

Patio Postcards said...

OH I do like this story & yes yes yes get the letters published from both the ladies. Thanks so much for sharing this.

Sian said...

It's a wonderful story. I can totally understand why you wouldn't want to read them. Keep them safe. And wait. You never know what might suggest itself to you, or what opportunity might come their way some time in the future

Ladkyis said...

I have the letters my mother wrote to my father in the weeks after they were engaged and before she travelled from the midlands to South Wales to meet his family. She died in 2006
I haven't read them. I don't know if I ever will. perhaps I will put them in a box for a grandchild to read in the future, perhaps I will read them and "do something with them"
Tomorrow is another day.

To have all the letters from both sides is magical. It would make a marvellous book

debs14 said...

What a lovely story Ruth. I have my dad's old kit bag from the army absolutely full of letters that he and my mum wrote to each other during the war years. I have, from time to time, put my hand in and picked one at random but it is a very emotional read. You have to be in the right frame of mind to do it. You'll know when the time is right for you.

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