Posts Tagged "Courtship"

Mother’s Day Love Letter

Posted by on May 8, 2015 in 1920s and 1930s, All Blog Posts, Holiday, WW2 Love Letter | 0 comments

In memory of a day when people wrote each other letters, I wrote to my mother on Mother’s day and read her this letter.

Dear Mother Arline,

A favorite memory was that time in the 1970s when I was twelve. You gave me the book “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931).

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

I still have it. I was just reading a passage. When you gave me the book it was one of those pivotal moments. I still wonder the reason you chose to give me this particular sacred book. I remember you handing it to me.

Mom, I’m grateful you supported my spiritual quest in my early teenage years. Kahlil Gibran had a benefactress, Mary Elizabeth Haskell. That they were lovers in spirit.

Mary Elizabeth Haskell Kahlil Gibran's Benefactress

Mary Elizabeth Haskell
Kahlil Gibran’s Benefactress

Mary was ten years his senior and a school headmistress. She later married another man but continued to support Kahlil financially. When Gibran died at age 48 he willed the contents of his studio to Mary. There in his artist studio Mary discovered her letters to Kahlil spanning twenty-three years. She recognized their historical value and decided to save them. Excerpts of the over six hundred letters were published in “Beloved Prophet” in 1972.  I’ve got them on order.

The Prophet writes that Love injures us in all its ways so that we may find the secrets of our own heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s Heart. He must be talking about Divine Oneness at a point in time where God was moving out of fashion in favor of homogenized spirituality.

Martha the Prophetess writes: Love is all. Love is all good. All good does not injure. It’s only humble human failings, not Love, that thresh, sift, grind and knead us as the prophet accused Love. It’s solely man’s inhumanity to man, the tyrant of a finite reality. Mortal love is at best a transitory reflection of Truth. Pain and sadness have no part in Love’s dance. True Love is Life’s unbreakable covenant, Love. True Love is Holy only.   

Mom, I love you today and everyday.

Loving You,


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Easter Bunny Leaves Love Letter

Posted by on Apr 20, 2014 in 1940s Life, All Blog Posts, Holiday, Mail and The U.S. Post Office, Media, Navy, Portland Maine, Vintage Style, WW2, WW2 Letters, WW2 Love Letter, WWII Letter | 2 comments

Easter falls on the 1st Sunday following the 1st full moon after the spring equinox, between 3/22 and 4/25. Copy that?

I went to church with Arline last week. I used to go, and was once a Christian. I walked out of the church when a substitute minister started preaching against abortion from the pulpit. It was too much. But I loved the service last week, the organ, the choir, the people greeting each other saying “Peace be with you.”

In 1945, Easter was April 1st. This year it’s tomorrow, the 20th. I pulled one of my father’s letters from April 20th 1945. Morris had been stationed in the South Pacific 5 months. He was engaged to Arline. They did it in letters. He sent the news of their engagement to his parents in a telegram. Arline had been at his folks home for dinner. In the letter Mose asks, “What were your first feelings when they read the telegram?” Awesome! Then he details his future pay as a lieutenant.


Morris’s memorial service was April 1st, 1999. I remember him every April Fools Day. He had a dry sense of humor. He had a way with puns. At the memorial service his brother Henry said, “Morris was the last of the good guys.”

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The SpyMaster

Posted by on Dec 31, 2013 in 1920s and 1930s, 1940s Life, All Blog Posts, Holiday, Media, Vintage Style | 0 comments

It’s New Year’s Eve 1938. Spies dressed well, more style back in the day.

The Spymaster

The Spymaster

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Love’s Style 1946 Chevy

Posted by on Jul 30, 2013 in 1920s and 1930s, 1940s Life, All Blog Posts, Media, Vintage Style | 0 comments

At four o’clock today I changed into a fresh tee shirt. I heard a silent whisper, “pick red”.  It wasn’t a favorite shirt. I was thinking this shirt does nothing for me and I’m not turned on by it, but what the heck, it’s red. Fine. Bluejeans on, always good. A quick run over the hair. I thought, nah, no need for make-up or style. Just going for groceries.

So. Look what pulled up at the market. A 1946 RED CHEVY. Goes with my tee shirt like a box of Red Hots.

Red Chevy 1946 STYLEMASTER!

Red Chevy 1946 STYLEMASTER!

Moral of story? As told in 1939 dress pattern ad: Always be styled for a love affair!

1946 Chevy Stylemaster in Red

1946 Chevy Stylemaster in Red



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Christmas Eve WW2 1944

Posted by on Dec 25, 2012 in 1940s Life, All Blog Posts, Holiday, Mail and The U.S. Post Office, Navy, South Pacific, Vintage Style, WW2, WW2 Letters, WW2 Love Letter, WWII Letter | 2 comments

It’s Christmastime 2012.  I pull a World War II Love Letter:
Morris wrote Arline just before Christmas in 1944. This letter’s stationary is thin like rice paper. The other side writing shows through so much it’s hard to read. I re-typed the letter, the only one I needed to. Mose’s world, his friends and family are galaxies away from the South Pacific.

“…Today I received my priceless Christmas present. I got 20 letters cards etc. from you, mother, and Henry. I have been looking forward to this ever since I left San Francisco. Darling I have read all these letters over twice and I will probably read them over many times more. I think that three of them are Christmas cards so I put those into my Val-pak and I am not going to open them until Christmas. Tomorrow night is Christmas eve but you would never know it here. I am writing you this letter on scratch paper because I am by a docked ship helping to guard all of the things. 50 thousand cases of beer.

I saw an LCI tonight with a Christmas tree but I don’t think there will be any where I am. When practically everybody else is in the same fix however you don’t mind it. My spirits are very good dear. I have resigned myself to no optimistic expectations and complete patience and if I can keep these resolutions things out here will go a lot easier…”
~Love Letter of WWII, 12-23-44

Dad’s Holy Bible

I’m nursing Arline after her fall. There are several family bibles here at mother’s. One sings to me. It was given to Dad by his Uncle Ralph as a birthday present in 1934, “The Holy Bible Self Pronouncing”, a King James version with uncanny selections of emphasis. I open at random: “The Virtuous Woman” Proverbs 31:10.

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