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By: Freeman

Freeman — Fri, 17 May 2013 00:40:15 +0000

Howdy just wanted to give you a brief heads up and let you know a few of the images aren’t loading correctly. I’m not
sure why but I think its a linking issue. I’ve tried it in two different web browsers and both show the same results.

By: Cecilia

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By: curlygrandma

curlygrandma — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 17:02:54 +0000

When my girls were very young, they would write letters to Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and even to the tooth fairy. As a good mama, I found myself writing a lot of letters at 2am. And unfortunately, my youngest daughter, Shannan, never missed a chance to ask a dozen questions in her letters. She loved writing letters, but mostly, she loved getting letters.

So, when Shannan was a little older and went off to Girl Scout camp, letters were a must. Along with my motherly love notes, I made sure she received a letter from her favorite family member: her beloved cat. Not beloved to me, mind you, to her.

Rosemary joined our family as a throwaway: a lost, forlorn, yet already spaded feline. And, she was a huge, furry, calico heartthrob to my little Shannan. I constantly teased my girls about how cats were self-satisfying, conceited animals incapable of real affection for humans. But, Shannan insisted Rosemary wasn’t aloof. She was finicky. She wasn’t feisty. She was defensive. She wasn’t mine. She was Shannan’s.

Yes, if Shannan was off at camp, eating and bunking with other scouts, it was only fitting that Rosemary send her a letter, complete with muddy paw prints and a self portrait scribbled in pencil. And, it went something like this.

Dear Shannan,
Nobody here likes me … like you do.
Mom pretends she does. She feeds me and pets me.

She finally listened to you and wormed me. Now, I feel better.
Who finally wormed you? I hear it is helping. I am glad.

But, about me:
Mom still doesn’t let me on her swing. Only you do.
I miss you so much.
I wish everyone here was as sweet as you.

You are the only person in the whole-wide-world that loves me
and understands me and knows how important I am.
I hope you like this picture of me. I think I look beautiful.

I can’t wait until you come home and sit with me,
and pet me, and treat me the way I should be treated.
I know you miss me.

Well, I must go. I feel that I should walk around a little
and let the other animals see how beautiful I am.
Keep taking your wormer. It helps. I promise.
You’ll be home soon, and then you can tell me
just how much you missed me and just how wonderful I am.

Love,

Rosemary

By: Steve Robins

Steve Robins — Sun, 23 May 2010 14:52:16 +0000

Thank you curly Grandma! I love to have guest writers, so if you’re interested in writing a more detailed post on how to write a letter to a camping grandchild, please let me know.

Thanks,
Steve

By: curlygrandma

curlygrandma — Sun, 23 May 2010 04:35:39 +0000

What a great idea for parents. Yes, writing to camp kids is a challenge. I am a grandmother now, and have no child at camp. But, I do remember when that was a problem. Presently, I write letters to my grandchildren. When I run out of topics, I write letters “from” my cat or dog. Or I write letters about funny things that happened “far, far away and a long time ago” when I was a little girl “in the olden days”. I have even published a book for grandparents about writing letters to grandchildren, titled Curly Grandma’s Letters. I hope to see more about letters to camp. It sounds great!