I was six when I received this postcard from Sonja. She had left for Greenwich, Connecticut to train as a Montessori teacher, leaving me, my older sister Victoria, and my younger brother Chris back in Detroit in the care of our father, Gilbert. Mr. and Mrs. James Rose, a nice young couple, were hired to help out. To leave your children for a year in order to study and create a career for yourself was unheard of in those days, the early 60's. Even today, it might raise some eyebrows.
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Darling Moira,
These flowers are for you. Look at them often and remember how many beautiful things are around us . . .
Today I learned something new. I painted and converted two old wooden whiskey crates from the basement into bookcases. And I found some red bricks for bookends.
A kiss for your right cheek and a kiss for your left cheek. From ~Mother
Next: October 29, 1961
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Darling Moira,
These flowers are for you. Look at them often and remember how many beautiful things are around us . . .
Today I learned something new. I painted and converted two old wooden whiskey crates from the basement into bookcases. And I found some red bricks for bookends.
A kiss for your right cheek and a kiss for your left cheek. From ~Mother
Next: October 29, 1961
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