Emily wrote this letter to Don in August, 1979. He was working and living in Saudi Arabia, and the kids and I were waiting for housing and visas so we could join him. We finally got there in January, 1980, and were so happy to be a family again.
August 13, 1979
I colored this picture. Mommy did the letter for me. I wish you were here. Mark is getting bigger. I think we’ll bring our bikes. Daddy, I hope that you’re safe. I say my prayers some nights, but not every night. I hope that you have choosed us a nice home. My mom bought me some gum and Nate is getting four pieces of his. Daddy, I hope this is a nice letter. Markie is not being good, but he’s being good. On Saturday night we picked up our legos and straightened our room. This is the end of my letter.
I went to Mr. Steak tonight. I had big French fries – bigger than McDonald’s. I had shrimp and I gave my mom one piece, but I ate half and she ate the rest of it all gone.
I had to write a little more, but I said this is the end of my letter.
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I love memories from my kids’ early years.