Friday, July 12, 2013

A letter in the wall ...

My dad was a pretty quiet guy, and when he did speak, he was more given to impromptu lectures on osmosis or chemical bonds than he was to talking about his life experiences or feelings. Still, he must have had a pretty intense sense of himself at an early age, as he managed to fulfill all of the plans he made for the future when he was only 14 years old. I know this because he wrote them in a letter, put the letter in a box, and sealed it up in a hole in the wall of his boyhood home in Mount Vernon, Washington. Fifteen years later, the box and note were found as the house was being demolished to make way for a new hospital -- and the newspaper managed to track him (and my grandfather, Ralph Sr.) down.

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