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Nothing Good Gets Away

steinbeck

 

I just discovered this letter. It took my breath away. I had to share.

John Steinbeck wrote it to his son.  His son was at boarding school and had written to his father to tell him he was falling in love.

This is so beautiful and tender and true.

It brings tears to my eyes because I had a father that wrote letters to me.  My dad wrote me once a week when I was in college…his beautiful handwriting on thick paper folded neatly into a matching envelope.  Always addressed, “Dearest Susan” and always ending with, “Love, Your Father”. He was gentle and kind. I miss him.  I’m so grateful he was mine.

All of this has me thinking about the things we tell our kids.  The advice we give and the way we shape their views through our responses.  Oh Lord I pray for the right words to tell my kids. I hope that I have offered (and will offer!) words that will give hope and encourage.

Here’s the letter.  Enjoy.

New York

November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind.
The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable.

The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa

I know. Take a moment. Reread. NOTHING GOOD GETS AWAY.

I’d love to read your comments. What advice did your parents give you that encouraged you?

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Day 25: One man’s trash is probably my treasure!

yes! My husband found these letters at work and they were being thrown away so he brought them home for me.

AWESOME HUSBAND OR WHAT?

Now, if you don’t know him, I’d like to explain what this means.  For YEARS, I dragged him to flea markets.  He would walk around and say, “This is crap”. For YEARS, I brought home junk from the side of the road with a grand plan to fix it up.  I have made him go into homes that are being torn down to get down old chandeliers.  And then had the audacity to ask him to rewire them.

I had a furniture painting business and he used to have to haul armoires back and forth and help me lug tables and chairs out of people’s basements.  He played along but it wasn’t always pretty.

One time, as he stood looking in the garage at all of the old furniture and salvaged materials and paints and tools he was exasperated.  He threw his hands up in the air and said, “This looks like Sanford and Son! It’s a mess!”

So for his birthday that year, I got it all out and had the special garage floor put down AND had organizers hung on the wall.  I thought he was going to lose it.  He literally had a tear in his eye and told me that’s the nicest thing I’d ever done for him.  (I know, pretty scary if that’s true.)

Anyway, we have come full circle.  He salvaged those letters for me.

I am grateful.