Something on my Mind

This afternoon I made a quick call to my daughter Megan. I am so glad I did. I had a question that needed answering, and I knew she was the one to ask.

When I met Ray in 1966 our courtship did not take the 'normal' path. I quickly realised this man was very special. We had known each other only a short while when Ray proposed. When he asked my Mother's permission she immediately said 'NO.' She accused Ray of being an alcoholic and, reminded him that I was only 18 years of age. Far too young, in her opinion. Ray was transferred to Tamworth  in the New England region of New South Wales shortly after. We missed each other dreadfully; the time apart dragged on for both of us.  The only way for us to get to know each other was by writing letters. There were no mobile phones, and public telephone boxes did not lend themselves to 'chatting' on the phone.

Consequently, I have an enormous box of hand written letters. Although I have lived in many homes over the years I have carried this box faithfully with me. I am not normally a hoarder, however there are some 'personal' things  I have treasured. Mum did agree to our marriage. I believe she got sick of Ray arriving in Dubbo from Tamworth and bringing with him a weeks washing and ironing. He continued to live the life of a bachelor, playing rugby and socialising with mates, while I did his washing and ironing, ready for him to leave first thing Monday morning. I was 19 when we married.

Ray, as Zone Manager for International Harvester Company, was on the road. Letters became the norm. Having carried the letters for over 40 years, I am now beginning to sort through personal things and nominate where they are to go. I asked Megan if she was interested in having the letters. I was a little surprised, and thrilled, by her reply. She definitely wanted these 'treasures' as she has wonderful memories of life in a family that epitomises 'perfect' love.

I must admit that, at the time of Ray's death in 1994, I reflected on my many years of marriage to this amazing man and I realised that I had enjoyed 27 years of unconditional love. Who could ask for more?

Megan, thank you for this beautiful compliment. I am so glad that we  were able to provide a loving, secure environment for your growth, leaving you with wonderful memories.