Monday, September 15, 2008

Love Letters



My grandparents were missionaries in China for many years. My dad was born there in 1917. Arthur and Minnie both grew up in Northfield and knew each other as kids. Over the years they wrote many letters to one another and saved them all. At one point, probably when Japan invaded China, they decided they could not keep carrying around all these letters and before burning them, they laid them all out for a picture. Shortly after they were put in a Japanese prison camp. My grandpa was a lot like Grandpa Walton and Grandma was a lot like Grandma Walton. He'd be having a good time and she'd say, "Oh, Arthur". She was prim and proper and he always had a glint in his eye.

3 comments:

Tessa Nelson said...

I love that picture..... Matt and I should maybe do one of those w/ all the prison letters back and forth:-?

Barb said...

Yes you definetly should. That was a love story too.

Outside the Line said...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... that was just the sweetest post. I didn't know they were in a camp. Sometime I want to hear that story.

Rae