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I have been asked, " why do you share you personal letters?"  First, there are no more secrets.  Second, I do it to let people know there was a time in America when people took the time to talk with one another.  They shared how they truly felt and they reached out to one another.  I hope my letters help you remember some better days in your life and also help you accept the dificult times of your life.  Most of us have a lot in common.  We experience many of the same joys, heartaches and pleasures.  As we grow older, we forget who we used to be.  I hope my letters cause you to reflect about your life in ways that will be helpful to you.   John Rodgers, Publisher, Hikes Point News

On October 5, 1962 the Beatles released the song P.S. I love You.  In that era people still wrote love letters to one another in pen and pencil and they sealed it with a kiss.  I have kept all the love letters I received and all the cards I have been given from those who have said to me "I love you."  None of these people are in my life today and some have passed away.  Without divulging their names, I am going to share some of the love letters with you that they wrote for me.  I hope you will encourage others to read these letters.  People were able to express how they truly felt ( or how they felt for a time) about one another and love was the most important part of their life.  Being in love and having someone to love is a part of life we all share. The 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's were the decades when people still wrote love letters to one another.  These letters revealed joy, pain, hurt, hope and love.

THE LETTER

Dear John,

I miss us.  I know you are married now and I know I should not have called you last Saturday.  But, the girls left Jane Todd with some guys and I did not have a way to get home.  Charlie was out of town at his adjuster's convention.  God only knows what he is doing.  Thank you for carrying me to the car.  I really was too drunk to walk.  How did I get this way John?  I hate Charlie and I hate my life?  When we were together you made everything right for me.

I know it is wrong and I know you will probably never say yes but I am always here for you.  You can have any part of me you want anytime.  You have made your life so good and I have destroyed mine.  I am a fool.  There is nothing I have that you need or want.

Thank you for picking up the phone and coming to get me at 3:00 o'clock in the morning.  The old bar still rocks with a bunch of drunks.  I can't believe you told your wife you were going to the Jane Todd Inn to pick up your old girlfriend.   You was always honest and people believe in you and trust you.

Goodbye John,

Mary Ann

THE LETTER

Dear John,

I wish you were here.  I am tired of living half the week by myself.  I have only thought of you all day.  I want you.  I feel so lonely tonight.  There isn't anything that interests me.  I only want what I can not have. 

I don't feel like myself tonight.  I want you with me all the time.  I love you.  I need to talk to you.  I am sick of writing letters.  If only I had your shoulder to cry on.  I love you. 

I am so tired of dreaming about us.  When will my dreams come true?  I wish you were here.

Love

Debbie

P.S.  I need you  I'm so glad you let me cut your hair.  I love to feel how soft it is and look at it and think of you.  I love you.  I miss you too.  I love you a thousand times a thousand times.

THE LETTER

Dad,

Camp is fun.  In horseback class today I got to walk and trot the horses.  My horeses' name is JoJo. Swimming is OK.  Dad I have to put two letters in one cause I didn't have enough time. In horseback class we rode horeses on a trail.  The horses' name is Buddy.  I am having fun but I an getting a little homesick but I am not going to let it get to me.

Yesterday we went on a creek walk and I forgot my earplugs.  Water got in my ears but they are not hurting.

Love you,

Jennifer

VALENTINES CARD 1966

Dear John,

I really like you, more than you think, and I think a lot of you, too.  I hope this day is a happy one for you.

With lots of love,

LuAnn

THE LETTER

Dear John,

I'm sorry I didn't give you your valentine sooner.  It's not that I don't feel anything for you, because I do.  It's just that I can't say the way I feel.  Everything I start to say or write is wrong.  It doesn't fit the way I feel toward you.  Nothing is good enough.  I hope you'll try to understand, because I can't stand to see your hurt.

I want you to know that I love you and each time we fuss I wonder why I don't just give up.  It would be lots simpler.  There wouldn't be nearly as many worries.  But, I can't plan nothing without you.  My life would be empty, so please have patience with me.

But right now, I love you lots more than you realize and I'm looking ahead to the time when we can be together.  I'm sorry about the card and lots of other stuff too.

Love,

LuAnn

THE LETTER

Dear John,

Tonight I said a prayer for you becasue I know you are in great pain.  I know it has been years since we have talked but I have kept up with your life.  We are both a long way from the summer of 68 when you had a crush on me even though I was too old for you at the time.  

You are the most gentle soul I have ever known.  No one forgets someone like you or your family.  You have always been good people.  When did we last see each other?  It must have been when you performed my brothers wedding. 

 J.J. is ill now and suffering badly in a nursing home.  You guys had such a great band.  J.J loved you for teaching him how to play the guitar.  Each year he got better and better.  Now he can not feed himself and his muscles could stop working at anytime.  When this happens he will be unable to breath.

I don't know why your mom, dad and Freddy were killed together in that accident.  But, I believe they are in a better place.  

I can not comfort you or say the words that might make you feel better at this time.  But, I can tell you my life was better for knowing you for one brief summer.  I fell in love with you in the summer of 1968 but I could not tell you because it would not have been right.   But, now being seven years older today would not be a crime.  You do not have to call me or write me.  Just remember everyday you have an opportunity to make someone's life better.  That's what you did for me.

Love

Lucy

THE LETTER

Dear John,

Thank you for the sweater you gave me for Christmas.  It is so soft.  I love to touch it.  I wore it to church today.  Mrs. Adams, my Sunday School teacher, said it was a cashmere sweater and was expensive.  It sure is soft.  You must make a lot of money working at the drive-in on the weekends. 

I hope you like your gloves.  Are they the right size?  I got them at Mr.  Dillion's  drugstore.  If they don't fit we can take them back.  Wednesday when you walk me home from school mom is going to have some fresh oatmeal cookies and milk for us.  I can wear my sweater and you can wear your gloves. 

Bye

LuAnn

THE LETTER

Dear John,

Marry me John.  Let me be the one you come home to.  I want leave you.  I will love you and take care of you.  I know you have been hurt.  But, I'm not that way.  All I have ever wanted was a good man to love.  My greatest ambition is to be a good wife to a good man.  You are a good man John.  I know I am not as smart as some of the other women you have known.  But, I know how to treat a man and I will love you John.  I have so much love to give you.  These past three months have been the best of my life.

Be extra safe when you drive down this weekend.  The traffic is terrible in Gattlinburg at this time of the year.

Call me before you leave Louisville.  I would like to talk with you before you start your trip.  

I love you John.

Cathy 

THE LETTER

Dear John,

I have been coming to Jekell Island every since I was a small child.  In all that time I have never met anyone like you.  You are a mystery.  But, I feel like I have known you all my life.  There is a presence around you that calms me and makes me feel safe.  I am writing you because I want to know if you are real or did I just imagine you.  I figure if you return my letter then the name and address you gave me are real and you are real.  I did have a little to much to drink when we were together.

Tell me again how to balance a fork and a spoon on the tip of a toothpick.  That was a clever trick.  I know I will probably never see you again but something inside me keeps telling me I have known you forever.  Stardust.  That's it.  You're like stardust.

Please write me.

Toni

THE LETTER

Dear John,

It's just not working anymore.  I can not say I do not love you because I do.  But, I don't know how to be a wife and I am unhappy as a mother.  I love the girls but I feel like each day I am alive I am failing them.  I do not know what to do with my life.  I know I was meant to be a doctor but right now it is killing me trying to be a wife.  I hate failure and I am a failure as a wife.  Please release me of my vows.  I hate myself because I can not be the wife you need and also complete medical school.

As much as I love you, the terrible truth is I love me more.  Please forgive me but I do not know how to be any other way.  I will not move with you to your new church assigmment.  I know they said they would not accept a minister who was divorced.  But, I can't do this anymore.

I told you I would love you forever and I will but not as your wife.

Allison

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THE LETTER

Dear John,

Every time the phone rings I am hoping it is you.  I know I asked you not to call me so much so you won't run up your dad's phone bill but I want to hear your voice everyday.   I am lonely for you.  Nothing is fun without you.  I know we will be together everyday when we go to college this fall but it seems this summer will never end.  I applied for a summer job at the plastics factory but I don't think I will get hired.  They don't want summer help.

I did not want to tell you on the phone the last time we talked but I had a bad dream.  I've been bored and I've been watching the 6:00 o'clock news.  A lot of boys are getting killed in Vietnam.  Every night they start the news with the number of boys who have been killed and they showed one man get shot in the head right on the television.  I dreamed you were drafted and had to go to Vietnam.  You were wounded and trying to escaped out of the jungle.  Then, I woke up.

I love you John and I would die if anything ever happened to you.  It was just a dream.  I stopped watching the news.  I know you will be safe.  They are not drafting the boys that make good grades and stay in college.

Do you remember how much fun we had on your dad's farm after we had hiked through the woods.  Well, I've got a special weekend planned for you.  I am saving all my love and kisses for you this weekend.

I will always love you John

Susan

THE LETTER

John,

Why were you late?  It would have never happened if you had not been late.  I love you.  It just happened.  I didn't mean for it to.  He is nothing.  He lives across the hall and has been flirting with me.  I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be concerned.  But, when you were late, I drank a couple of glasses of wine.  Why were you late?  I'm sorry.  I am a thousand times sorry.  I love you.  I've called you twenty times today. 

Answer the phone.  Pick up the phone and call me a slut, whore, bitch but don't stop talking to me.  I went to your office building today and rode the elveator to your door.  I could see your office from the hall.  You seemed perfectly fine as if nothing happened.  How can you be so cool when you walk in and find the woman you love making love with her next door neighbor.  You didn't say a word.  There was no expression on you face.  You just turned around and walked away.  What kind of man are you?  I love you dammit.  It just happened.  Talk to me.

I always hated my dad for cheating on my mom.  I guess I have turned out just like him.  I love you John.  I am so sorry for what I have done to you.

Lydia

THE LETTER

Dear John,

I called last night to basically try to convince you how much I do love you and beg you not to turn me out of your heart.  I couldn't do that to you.  I felt myself letting go of my sensibilities the minute I heard your voice on the the phone last night.  It was so cold and far away.  I've done that myself (turned cold) to people when I was younger and didn't realize how deep real love was. 

What I did the other day was wrong.  I crossed the line.  It won't happen again.  I let myself open up to you completely and I felt like such a fool when I did this bad thing.  Everything with us has been perfect.  I miss you.  I love you.  Please forgive me.  I talked with my friend Janet and she too said what I did was wrong.  That's not who I really am.  I will be loyal to you and honest with you.  I promise never to steal again.  Give me another chance to make this right.  No one has every made me feel as good about myself as you have.  I don't know why I had to do something bad.  Please forgive me.  Don't stop loving me.

P.S. I love you

Anna

THE LETTER

Dear John,

Why can't I have you?   Everytime you leave I cry myself to sleep.  I don't want to be with anyone else but you.  I am yours.  Just tell me or show me what you want from me.  I want more than a dinner, a movie or a night on the town.  I want your love.  Everything we do is fun and your are kind and gentle with me.  Who has hurt you so much that you run away from intimacy?  Come back to Washington.  Come back to me and let me share my love with you.  Please call me soon.

I love you,

Jessica

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