Edna’s Love Letters

This is a photo of Edna as a young woman. It probably dates to the 1920's.

This photo of Edna as a young woman probably dates to the 1920’s.

Edna’s Love Letters is a biography of my mother. It can be read by tapping the links to PDF files bullet listed below – note that the files are large because of the photos and some may take a minute to download. I have saved them in the “Books” section of my I pad and can view them instantly.

• Cover

• Preface

• Early Days

• Edna 1920’s

• Edna 1930’s

• Edna 1940’s

• Edna 1950’s

• Edna Legacy

Here’s a short excerpt:

T’was about 1975 when I received a beautiful gift from my Aunt, Virginia Conover Roets. It was a box of letters from my mother she had saved. There were about 40 letters dated from 1923 through 1955. Half were handwritten and half typewritten. I am going to share them with you here.

Where her scanned letters are readable, they may simply be included in the pages. Where my technology won’t let me show the actual words she wrote, I have transcribed them for clarity.

The comments I add will all be in a different font to clarify that they are not Mom’s words.

The precious, too few, photographs are arranged according to the timeline established by the letters’ dates.

I was restless and did not sleep very well that December 1988 night. My mind wandered over a range of matters and I suddenly realized that my 52nd birthday was at hand. I had earlier noticed some wrinkles on the back of my arm and had the feeling that old age was catching up.

My mom, Edna Ketchum Conover Serle, died at the age of fifty-two, after years of declining health. Was my time about up I wondered? Would I too share her fate – never to know my grandchildren? Would I fade from the scene of life as my friends and contemporaries moved along?

Friends tell me of similar ruminations about their own ages, and that they too were surprised to have outlived their parents. My birthdays have continued to accumulate and I can now claim to be elderly. Phew!

Now, approaching eighty, I realize that the end of life can be very sweet. I have been lucky. My dear wife Daisy and I have been retired for over 15 years, have 13 grandchildren, have had the resources to travel widely, and the great fortune to be close to our families and many new and old friends.

Edna missed the long life but she left something of herself in the way she raised my sister, Janice Rita Serle Newburg, and me and we have in turn passed that something on to our children and see it in the faces of our grandchildren – love of family, willingness to see the good in mankind, and preference for negotiation rather than confrontation. She was a wonderful woman and I think I underappreciated her during her lifetime.

So I offer this in her praise, to share with other generations.

Daisy, my wife of 4 decades, never met Edna. But she knows her good heart because of Aunt Virginia’s gift. Virginia was one of Mom’s older sisters and they corresponded by “Snail-mail” letters for many years because they lived in an era when long distance calls were expensive, inconvenient, and reserved for important business, people and family emergencies. No email, texting, Twitter or Facebook for them – not yet invented.

Don’t read this all at once. A little at a time would be good. Maybe read one a day to note how our lives have changed since her days. Mom would marvel at the comforts and gadgets we take for granted in 2015 – 109 years after her birth. She would be astonished by the number of her direct descendants, and the many other family members that are today being rewarded by her good-natured spirit.

The most abundant take-away for me is her loving way of speaking to Aunt Virginia in these letters. And the sweet words she uses when speaking about kin, friends, and acquaintances.

My sister Janice Serle Newburg commented that Mom had a hard life filled with the cares of work, limited funds, few conveniences, fast growing children, and the absence of my father, William T. Serle, Sr.

Bill, my dad, joined the U.S. Merchant Marine in 1942, during World War II. He first sailed as a Third Engineer. This was a scary time for Edna for she knew that this was hazardous war service and she had no communication with him when he was at sea.

He was at sea most of the time until 1954 when he had to leave his job as chief engineer with the A. H. Bull Company. There was some difficulty about spilling oil into New York City’s harbor during a refueling. As Chief Engineer he was held accountable. Sigh. He went from earning a high salary to starting again in the up-and-coming air conditioning business. Lots of things changed then.

Edna’s Love Letters is available as a bound book to family.

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