two weeks ago, she was replacing some door trim in the garage apartment of my childhood home in El Dorado, Arkansas. the house was built in the 1920s, and i moved into the dilapidated backyard apartment during my junior year of high school. during the repair effort, they decided to move a wall, which resulted in the ceiling crashing down. oops.
|[the treasure hole]|
as part of my birthday care package, Mom sent along a few of those letters. the first one we opened stopped us in our tracks.
|[postmark june 16, 1924. check out the 2-cent stamp]|
|[the letter to Miss Minnie Lee describing a Lake Rabun fishing trip, circa 1924]|
|[postcards of lakemont, ga]|
|[postcard of the lake, circa 1924]|
how is it possible that i spent 2 years sleeping underneath a box of old letters, this one in particular? a 90-year-old letter which described a lake i never knew existed 500+ miles away. how is it possible i'd move to georgia a few years later, start dating a boy who'd take me camping near that lake, and that we'd return a few years later to exchange vows on its shores? how, a few years after that, would my mom narrowly escape injury from a ceiling collapse only to discover a long-lost love letter & haphazardly send it back to georgia...where it originated in 1924? HUH?
|[me + cricket saying our vows on the shores of lake rabun in 2009]|