In her diary, Ruth tells us about John's 29th birthday and his trip to visit his family, the Woods, in Ann Arbor. This isn't part of Pieces of a Life.
August 25, 1928 - John's 29th Birthday
"I made a cake & trimmed it with his name & flowers. Gave him white gold cuff links. Tonite we went to Harding & saw "Forgotten Faces." I bade John farewell. He starts for home tomorrow morning to be gone until Labor Day."
On August 26, Ruth said, "How lost I am without John!' She also mentioned answering a letter from Esther Webb Wood, her future mother-in-law, and starting a letter to John.
August 31, 1928
"I had barely finished reading a letter from John tonite when who should call but John himself. Surprised! Very. He got tired of Ann Arbor, etc. He came over and just left minutes ago.
Letters, notes, journals, diaries were such a big part of their world. For the first 50 years of my life, writing letters was an enjoyable part of life. I penned several letters a week. Compared to my i-phone, a letter offers so much more opportunity to mull over thoughts, to shape the writing, think through what you are expressing, consider the other person as though they were in front of you. Hmm - in Facetime, Skyping or a Google Hangout, they are in front of you!
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