One of the things in life I’ve rarely taken the opportunity to do is read a book twice. Even studying was difficult for me, because reading something the second time was really boring. There have been less than a handful of books that made it to my “read again” list.
Working on these letters from Jim for the blog has reminded me of the necessity of rereading things. It’s been over twenty years since Jim (and the others) wrote the letters you find in this blog. I have forgotten so much of it, only to once again be reminded of the seriousness of life during and after the Great Depression and World War Two. The difficulties of those times played out in the lives of everyone. In Jim’s case he struggled with what to do with his life, enduring far more struggles than most of us. He had challenges thrust upon him and he made some bad choices. The end of the letter gives the reader hope that the later choices that made his life so good will finally become obvious.
When I was fifteen Dad explained to me that my natural mother was alive and throughout the years he had been in contact with her regarding me. He was patient and explained in detail how I came to be adopted and all the reasons leading to it. To suddenly learn that I had been adopted and that my real mother was still living was confusing and difficult for a fifteen year old to grasp. …