My mother, Helen F. Johnson (the F was for Ferrell), sent me more than a thousand letters during her lifetime from her home in St. Louis. After she died in January 2013, reading them gave me comfort and strength.
Each letter contained a treasure trove of information: personal anecdotes, parenting and investment advice, and countless words of love and encouragement. (They and my grandpa Ferrell’s farm-life diaries from North Carolina inspired me to write and publish my first memoir, From Fertile Ground. It’s a story about love, loss and leaving your mark on the world.)
Inside Helen’s letter dated April 1, 2002, was this photo of her with my dad, Walter Johnson. Someone captured this image in Texas seventy years ago today (July 26th, 1949) on my mother’s twenty-sixth birthday. How do I know for sure? Because Helen wrote about it in her letter. Here’s a snippet of what she told me that day.
“… Walt and me when we were young and happy and the world was our oyster. It was taken on my 26th birthday at Club Seven Oaks–off the highway about halfway between San Antonio, TX and Austin, TX. We had been married 10 months. We had 14 happy years before he had his heart attack that took all our lives through some difficult times … It helps me to look at us then and remember there were some good years. Few people live a life without difficulties–something we learn as we live and age.”
Today, on what would have been my mother’s ninety-sixth birthday, the best way I know of celebrating her life, wisdom, and passion for letter writing, is to share her story … really our story … with the world. To that end, on July 26, 27 and 28, you can download a free Kindle copy of From Fertile Ground on Amazon. I feature many more of Helen’s letters in my book.
Mark, you are lucky to have these letters as a remembrance of your mom, and of your own past. And how nice that she was such a conscientious chronicler of her history. Years from now, I wonder if people will save their emails and texts, and regard them with the same affection and importance, as those of us who saved our hand-written letters.
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Thanks, Tom. I wonder the same thing about the relative lack of permanence of the written word now vs then. A message penned, sent and saved in one’s handwriting is a true gift!
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That was great, Mark!!
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Thank you, Cy!
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I just ordered my copy. 🙂
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You’re a gem, Julie. I hope you enjoy reading it!
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I love your blog, and I’m sure I will love your book. I have to admit, I have two books I need to read in front of yours, book club and work stuff. I hope to get to yours by the end of the month. 🙂
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I’m honored that you ordered it and will look forward to your comments … whenever you find time to read it.
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