Edith to Stuart
8.1.18
My Belovéd,
I seems like an anniversary today; it seemed like one yesterday and it will be like one to tomorrow. Yesterday was the anniversary of the Beginning of Things, and I sometimes wonder if anything will ever be better than that Beginning. I never dreamed of anything half so wonderful as the joy you gave me on that day. So, by way of keeping that anniversary, I bought our picture. I did not exactly mean to buy it, but I went to look at my picture at Mowbray’s, and that is so very far out of reach (you see, I am not content with the one I have). Then I went to look at the other, and it was not in the window. I took courage, and went in to ask the price of it, quite expecting that it was out of reach also. But I was pleasantly surprised, and – I bought it. I think perhaps it was cheap because there is a little white tablet missing from the bottom of the frame. I can see the marks where the screens went in. Now, I can look at the picture as often as I like. I look at it, and wonder if that joy will be greater than the joy at the Beginning of Things (I think it will) I wonder, too, if you will sit on my bed like that, and bring me primroses. I hope it will be in the Spring time, so that you may. And then I pray one little tiny prayer, that God will make me worthy of that great joy, and responsibility. I think that picture will help me a lot. I cannot look at it without thinking of our future, our Home, and the earnest preparation which should be going on now; and I ask myself if I am doing anything which will hinder our happiness the least little bit.
Now, Belovéd, once more I must say, “Goodnight”. We are well on the way to the End of the Beginning, when I shall be with you always, Best of men. Hear me whispering this as you go to sleep, “I love you, I love – Goodnight.”
Through every minute of this day,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every day of all this week,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every week of all this year,
Be with me, Lord!
Through all the years of all this life,
Be with me, Lord!
So shall the days and weeks and years
Be threaded on a golden cord,
And all draw on with sweet accord
Unto Thy fullness, Lord,
That is, when Time is past,
By Grace, I may at last,
Be with Thee, Lord.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
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Just wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading these letters. Is this a true story? Are they real letters? (They feel real). And, are you related to Edith and Stuart?
ReplyDeleteHi Ruth,
ReplyDeleteThis is totally true and the letters are real. Edith and Stuart were my father's parents. I have a huge affinity to them both and knowing them as I do, feel sad that their life was never quite what they hoped it to be. I have many more letters that will be posted here as I get time to do it.
I'm glad you like the letters. I'm thinking of having them published when all those mentioned or who knew my grandparents are longer with us.