a scan a day

epic letter to grandma, p. 4

It’s cruel, I know, to leave you with such an extraordinarily exciting cliffhanger — “The Dinah Bore Show, you say? Do tell us about it. I’ll bet you had some fantastic guests.”

Stay tuned.

(previously: p. 1, p. 2 & p. 3)

epic letter to grandma, p. 3

The saga continues.

(p. 1 & p. 2, if you are so inclined)

Happy Mother’s Day!

Mom & me, 1960.

Plus, a bonus scan — Epic Letter to Grandma, p. 2:

My tendency to hyperbolize — “at least a thousand ways” — has not declined over the years; if anything, it’s grown. (Proper use of semicolons has improved, marginally.)

epic letter to grandma, p. 1

After my grandma died, my mom was going through her closets & she found a stack of letters from us kids — with carbon copies of her own typed responses (Grandma ALWAYS typed her letters). My mom put some of them in a photo album. This is page one of a six-page letter I wrote around 1971 — I think it was our first summer in Connecticut — which would have made me eleven.

ETA: 1972, actually. We moved up to Connecticut when I was just finishing sixth grade, so this was summer of ‘72.