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The Letter 1963-

Debbie Reynolds January 30, 2024 Life & Inspiration Comments (44)
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The Letter 1963- Remember this story?

The letter had arrived from Charleston SC, on a November day in 1963. I rushed to get the mail and there it was. I was 8 at that time and it was a letter from my Aunt Louise. She was my dad’s oldest sister. It was official, she and my Uncle were coming for a week during the Christmas Holidays.

She was a bit bossy and blunt, but she loved me a lot and I, her. I only got to see her about 2 times a year at best when I was younger. As I jumped up and down at the table, for Mom to read every word out loud my mind was already racing. Wow, in two weeks she would be here. She always came in with a bang, suitcases, and clothes, like a movie star, in a kid’s eye and some adults!

To a kid who lived in a small neighborhood and small town, seeing someone who carried themselves like a movie star was fun and exciting, to say the least. I remembered another great part of their visit, they took my bed, and I got to sleep on the sofa! I loved that, it was like being away from home, fun, and something different for a week, that little change was good too I loved it. And in 1963, we did not get a lot of different things or changes! It was school, home, homework, dinner, then bed. Weekends were cleaning the room, cartoons, or playing on the front porch with the girl next door, and one vacation a year, that is when we went to see Aunt Lousie in South Carolina, that was almost as fun as Christmas, but there was something special about Christmas, you know that!

I was anxiously counting the days until her arrival and it had finally arrived, she would be at my home when I woke up in the Morning. They usually got there around 6:00 AM and ALWAYS had a dozen fresh Krispy Kreme Donuts of all kinds, that was a treat for me because we just lived simply when I was a child nothing over the top and she, well she was over the top trust me on that, and I wanted to be just like her when I grew up, Jackie O’ look-alike class all the way. It was the only day I did not mind getting up before 6 AM, except Christmas morning, of course. I got up very early that morning before they even arrived I heard my Mother in the Kitchen making coffee. I was sitting at the Kitchen table wide awake and ready.

When the door swings open in she strolls, with some of her bags, hair all done, makeup just so, beautiful rings, pencil skirt, and blouse as snowy and crisp as it could be, even while traveling, and oh I was in awe as that six-year-old little girl in a small town middle America had the best guest ever.

The days went by way too fast for me and we were getting to the end of her trip we had laughed so much and I got to stay up late each night, it was the only time I think my Mom let me stay up past 10 when my Aunt was in town. I felt like I was an adult too and that was even fun. lol, I was wondering when she and I were going to take that annual shopping trip, oh yes, the one we always took each time she came to visit just her and me.

Yep, just she and I would go shopping and it was all for me and all about me, I tell you with a new baby brother and all the attention on him this trip was even more special this year. I loved the attention that 6-year-old little girl didn’t. Don’t get me wrong I was not the spoiled brat you may be thinking. I got this 2 times a year from someone other than my Mother, I looked up to her I loved and admired her. It was a privilege for me, and I enjoyed it and I appreciated it as much if not more than any 6-year-old could believe me. She had the best taste and would buy me dresses, shoes, socks, slips, PJs you name it. We ate out, something we did not do a lot of in our home when I was 6 maybe once a month.

My favorite thing this Winter trip was my white “go-go boots” I thought I was all that and a box of rocks, ladies. Do you remember those white go-go boots? For this little 6-year-old from Alabama, I hit the big time! It was Christmas and just 3 days before. And a surprise on Christmas Day from her I had no idea about a white coat, a beautiful long coat fit for a little princess in my eyes. I never knew that my parents had fallen on some hard times, kids didn’t know those things back then and they should not have. But, My Aunt Louise did, and that is why she took care of my needs until next Summer when we would visit her for a week of heavenly bliss. She did this for me, and her baby brother they were very close. When I became an adult I learned of their story and why they had been so close all those years. It was a sad story but, they took it and made it positive for sure.

My Aunt Louise lost her husband early on in her years and something happened to her. She no longer had that Star charisma. And it went on for years, she moved back to Alabama after my uncle’s death. But, the lady I once knew was gone, she had lost her partner, her one true love and it took away that special spark she had. This mailbox pictured on this post was one that she gave me years ago when she moved from her home in Charleston to Alabama. The one she sent the long waited-for letters from to me in Alabama.

Watering the Ivy on my front porch yesterday I saw the mailbox that hangs at my front door as it once did her front door many many years ago. I could see the Letters she would write in my mind. And the fun we had all those years ago. The anticipation I had with each, and every visit until she lost her love. All I have left of her is this mailbox and a lifetime of wonderful memories. I’d not take anything for this old mailbox. It is a reminder of such easy, fun, and good times in my life and that one person who made life a lot more special for me. Growing up in the ’50s and ’60s was a wonderful time for me. Having someone that took time for you was even more amazing as a child, I will cherish that forever. I am blessed!

This mailbox hangs on my front porch to the right of our Front door to this very day.

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44 thoughts on “The Letter 1963-”

  2. What lovely memories! I had an Uncle Pat that visited us in Oregon from southern California once a year. He always brought me a whole box of Rocky Road camdy bars, and then another treat. One year it was a little necklace with a crackled yellow marble in a little silver cage. Its funny how the simplest little things can make such big memories in a child.

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  5. Precious memories! I love your stories & appreciate you sharing. I grew up in the same era, born in 1957. My parents divorced when I was young so my Mama worked hard & struggled a lot. Like you though, I didn’t realize how hard back then. Our family & close friends were a huge blessing to us.

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  6. Such a sweet memory and story. Growing up in the 1950’s and 1960’s was such a blessing for me. My memories of family gatherings, loving Grandmothers, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins. Life today is nothing like it was back then. We were the lucky ones. I tried to transfer these traditions on to my family but everyone has chosen to go on their own way and get together when time allows. Thank you Debbie for sharing with us.

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  12. I sure love that story. I pictured everything that you were saying just like watching a movie. And I had a pair of those white Go-Go boots! That sure put a smile on my face. Thank you for sharing Debbie! ❤️

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  14. Debbie, thank you for sharing your special memories of your loving Auntie. ❤️ God sends his angels and she was one of yours!
    Blessings, Vonnie

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  15. Oh, Debbie, I love this sweet story! Such treasured memories! I also love how you write your stories! ❤️😊

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  19. You have wonderful memories and you write about them in such a way that we all feel like we were there with you!

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  21. What a blessing to have had such a family. Your memories are like an old movie, from the 50’s. Thank you for sharing.

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  23. I love this so much. What great memories and love. Debbie, thank you so much for sharing this with your readers. As I read, I was imagining that I was the girl in the letter and it left me smiling and wondering what that would have meant and how it would feel!!
    ❤️❤️

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  24. Such a sweet story filled with cherished memories, some of which reminded me of my two dearly loved aunts that I had. Both aunts were my father’s sisters. One was married with a child, and the other would come to visit us in So CA when I was very young.. The aunt who visited mor had more loss in her life…her toddler baby and then a few years later, her husband.. If she couldn’t visit she always sent me a new nightgown and doll for Christmas each year. Thank you, for this very sweet story you shared!!!

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  29. I too had a very special aunt, Aunt Mary. She never married. Her nieces and nephews were her children. She made us all feel special.

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  30. This is absolutely beautiful ! To have someone so special in your life has to be so precious. Thank you for sharing this and it’s opened my mind to stop and take time to remember all the good memories and the people in my life that gave them to me.
    As always, thanks for sharing another part of your heart ❤️

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  33. Wonderful story, wonderful memories Debbie of your beloved Aunt Louise. It sounds like you had a marvelous time with her. I was one of 8 children, my brother got sick and passed away at age 7, my Mother’s sister Kathleen (my Aunt Kate) bought me may beautiful dresses and gloves, I was 5 years old. You don’t forget things like that. We didn’t have much money either growing up, we had plenty to eat though.

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  34. I can imagine you felt like a queen even at that age. Wonderful memories you will always cherish! Thanks for sharing the love between you and your Aunt.

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