Writing everyday Day 6 of Blogtoberfest

Mum at 18

When my parents were courting, my Dad was in Melbourne studying to be a teacher and my Mum was in a small country town, working in the bakery. My Dad would write to Mum every day.  Every day! Mum wouldn't have written to him often because she didn't like writing letters and in fact she found it a chore to even write something on a card.


Mum and Dad, just engaged.

But Dad was good with words - he loved to tell a story, sing a song or recite a poem. I remember sitting on Mum's bed when I was a teenager, sitting on this quilt, made my Granny, and Mum getting a box down from the top shelf of her wardrobe. We sat together and she showed me some of letters from Dad. Many were just a short note and a drawing. When Dad couldn't think of anything to write he would just draw her a picture.

Mum and Dad, just Married.

Blogging everyday in Blogtoberfest is really hard. So some days, I think I will have to be like Dad and just have pictures.