A Mother's Letter

My Mother has had this sweet little wooden dresser sitting atop her chest of drawers for as long as I can remember, but yesterday it was sitting on the kitchen counter. She told me that she wanted to give it to my daughter Jenna. The little chest was a Mother's Day gift from my father to his mother in 1941. It was filled with chocolates and tied with a pretty blue satin bow. Over the years it has traveled many miles and has suffered a few injuries along the way. The mirror is loose and one drawer was broken and repaired, but we're happy it's still with us. Inside the box were mementos that she kept from my father's time spent in the military. When my grandmother passed, my father brought it back home and placed it atop his dresser where it stayed until now. Inside one of the drawers was letter that my father had received from his Mother in 1942 while serving in the Army. A mother writes...



My Dear Son - Will write a few lines as I just got your suitcase from the depot. The charges were $1.72 but was glad to pay it. It is such a beauty. I can't open it until I get a key made for it for I don't know where your key is. This has been a rainy day. Have had so much rain this week, water standing every where but it's good to have rain again after so many dry years. The grain and pastures look fine. I came to town with Dad this morning and just rained so we are still here. Don took us out to his place for dinner.We are at the station now. Everyone sure admires the little dresser. I won't eat any of the candy until Mother's Day. Will think of you with every bite. Wish I could send you things, but others say you won't get things until they are spoiled.
Good Bye Dear, and write often. Mother