Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
There it is in black and white
Seems I get a bit springtime lethargy, or having so many things to do that unnerve me, like getting the spring-summer wardrobe out of their boxes and put the winter wardrobe into boxes - and decide what is really needless or unbecoming and thus has to go. (I have too many clothes and too many shoes - but they all keep so well, are often really nice and timeless) - but being a woman I sometimes want diversification!
But at least I learned from last year's fault: then I bought a lovely white jacket (in springtime I suddenly develop a crush on White), and when I opened the boxes I found three more lovely white jackets - surprise, surprise...
I just read Elaine's post on Bramble Rambles - she finding a box full of old letters - and suddenly I remembered a very funny accidental meeting with a - let's call him 'a good friend' - a flame from my schooltime, he being a student then.
He became a quite famous TV show moderator (come to think of it: most of my flames became quite famous), and I met him by accident in another town at least a decade later, I having my then five-year old son with me.
The OF (Old Flame) and I recognized each other instantly (on my side not so remarkable, as I could see him over the years on the telly, being glad that Life had parted our ways), and we chatted for a while. Then son joined into the conversation.
"I know who you are", he said to OF.
The famous moderator smiled flattered and cajoled.
"You know me through television?" he asked.
"No. I know you from Mom's diaries", was the answer.
I seldom saw the expression "He got white like a sheet" so exquisitely put into close-up picture...
PS: Of course I only randomly told son that I knew the Famous-One - but it makes me think hard about what to do with my about 158 diaries I have in many boxes ...
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Priceless. I wondered about my diaries, too. So, I tossed them.ReplyDelete
I admire you as a woman who acts unflinching! I am at the moment still sentimental - so I'll think it over.
Oh dear, what to do. Is there a way that we can will these things so that they skip a generation?.......so that an adult grandchild might find them after we're long gone? Just think of the delight there might be in all that wonderful material!ReplyDelete
that is what husband proposed: I can write into my testament that access is only given after so and so many years. I think when son is 50 he can decide. I know how much I regret that my great-grandmother decided to take her diaries with her into her grave (it were only a few) - I would have loved to read them!
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Oh my...earlier tonight I found a bundle of letters written to Dear Husband during our courtship some 45 years ago. I was not up to a stroll down memory lane, but think I may need to peruse these little love notes before my children come across them after-the-fact! Not sure I want to be reminded of the young, starry eyed 18 year old that I was, but then I might be surprised. Maybe easier to just clean out a closet and leave these undisturbed!Delete
I am glad to hear from you - so you only take a creative pause in blogland :-) To find those bundle of letter is so exciting! I would keep them for reading the letters on a special day when you are in the mood - I always think that it is good to remember how one felt at a certain age - makes it easier to understand how the 'children' are now.
The parents of husband had a very intensive exchange of letters during the World War II - husband was born whithout seeing his father, who was killed by a tragic mistake of identity in war. The letters will come out as a book in autumn, I think, because the parents were as Catholics against Hitler, and their letters depict a world of decent people that existed in Germany too at those hard times.
'I bought a lovely white jacket (in springtime I suddenly develop a crush on White), and when I opened the boxes I found three more lovely white jackets - surprise, surprise...'
made me smile.
'I know you from Mom's diaries'
made me gasp! :)
it is really true, The Incident of the Forgotten Jackets :-)
And Son is 30 now - still able to make people gasp (in a good way).
158 diaries! I don't have even one anymore, though I know I kept them long ago. We are all so different--I love your style, yet I have none and am perfectly happy with it. It's what makes the world go 'round, isn't it?ReplyDelete
I started very early to write. Do you miss your diaries or repent throwing them away? I read those about childhood and schooltime quite often, those about the 18 years we raised our son too, but very, very seldom those inbetween. (At the moment those are in a special room on the attic in Hildesheim).
I agree: life would be dull if we were all the same - variety is so inspiring!