I wrote this postcard to my mom’s father, whom we all called Menu, in the summer of 1979, when I was five and my parents, my sister, and I were traveling around New England.
(I left out the part about how terrifying I found the drive up Mt. Washington. I started crying what I pretended were “tears of joy.”)
My grandfather must have gotten a kick out of the card, because he saved it for decades, and we discovered it in 2005, after his death at age 93.
Have your grandchildren made you any cards or drawings that you particularly cherish? Are there any snapshots that capture your relationship perfectly?
If you’d like me to publish one of your keepsakes on this blog, please email it to me at [email protected]. Please add a line or two about the image: Why is it so special to you? What was the occasion?
I’ll let you know as soon as possible if I’m able to use what you sent. Thank you in advance for sharing.