Letter2Seth

The hunters are out in force before dawn.  They shoot pheasant and deer here in Kansas just like they did in Illinois when I was a girl Carrie's age.  By the age of four, I was living in an OrphanedAge.  Your father and Nathan have just NOW helped me (your grandmother) to document these facts since before humans began to measure time.  If you follow all of the links in this letter, I know you will come to understand IN YOUR OWN GOOD TIME.

We promised to invite you to La Junta for Thanksgiving Day & a weekend visit.  Sending this invitation via the post office no longer feels like a good idea, so I plan to bring IT to your house in person when we return home from this trip.  If you are not able to RSVP for this Thanksgiving Day, ASK your Aunt Ashley Dawn how to reach us.  She will help you accept our invitation as a rain check.

NOW IT IS Saturday, and I have signed into Abba's service station early.  CovePros is headed home.  I'm your grandmother, singing the song of Ruth, by Love and by law.  There will be people who will tell you that this is not true, but they are "People of the Lie."  When Dr. Schmucker delivered you into my arms, there came a song into my heart that not even my #1 daughter, your mother, has been able to quell with her denial.

That day, your birthday, the hospital tagged your newborn body with a bracelet and my last name, Crisp-Yeager.  You became my #1 grandson, the third generation of my very own family.

I AM yours truly,

& you are my "Chritmas Child."

GranCCY,

Saturday, 19 November 2011