I had just finished my Associates at LDS Business College when my Grandpa asked me to type up the letters and journal from his mission. The year was 2005 and I was single and done with school and perfectly capable of such a project. So I began.
Well, in case you didn't notice the year is now 2013.
Although the stack of letters wasn't that high, it is packed full of gems from my Great Grandmother.
"Refuse to worry or get weary!"
"The Drs. are overworked here and they charged plenty [to remove tonsils] $50.00!!"
"Thot maybe you'd like a real rich fruit cake, but the darn thing didn't turn out the way it should in spite of great care and choice ingredients."
When I began the project I loved these little gems from Great Grandma Fugal. She shared what she learned at church and she bore powerful testimony. There were words that stood out to me as if she was reaching through the paper directly to me.
Then I met Josh, we dated, got engaged, married and life got a little busy. These letters survived 4 moves with me without much work going on.
This month I've spent a little time each day (and some days a lot of time) typing and reading these letters. They're beautiful. My Grandpa has an exceptionally loving family and the letters of support and kindness were beautiful.
I'm excited to print these (still working on the logistics of that) and turn them over to Grandpa for editing. Primarily because I know he will be over the moon to read these letters again. I know I was.