February 22, 1964

I'm going through years of letters from my parents, reading them, transcribing them, savoring them. I'm not sure yet what will come of them. In the meantime, I'll post some of them for reading pleasure and perhaps it will inspire me to continue on. I would give more background but maybe later. I think things best speak for themselves, in the beginning at least. But one thing here, in 1964, my father was 21 and my mother was 20.

February 22, 1964

Dear Lydia,

How can I tell you how much I love you? there are no new ways, so I shall tell you all the old ones. I miss your touch, your smile, your not wanting to leave me, the nails on my back. The hair that tickles nose and mouth when I try to sleep. The warmth when you sleep, the one colored eye. the softness of your lips, the shy tongue, smooth skin, small ears, ticklish neck. you are the happiness missing from this stupid existence. I could not bear your not loving me. I should collapse and break. you dont know yet how much i need you. how every free moment is torture for me without you near. I shall see you by hook or by crook. God end my torture soon in letting me see her. write me. Love, Michael