Just today I stumbled across a letter I had long forgotten, a letter I wrote my parents on their 39th wedding anniversary. That was over 23 years ago. They saved it.♥
There was one passage that explains a lot about why I write stories. I thought I’d share it with you.
Weekends were the best times with Dad. We’d go for a walk or a trip. Maybe Dad would have some wondrous story to tell about old days in Groton, or maybe he’d just explain what kinds of trees and plants we passed by. The hills and trees, the rails and roads, the past and the present of New England came to us those days. For me. the love of the countryside and history took root, and they’ve never left me. Even today, a walk or ride through the New England countryside invigorates me.