<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358467024934994895</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2024 00:57:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Letters from dad</category><category>Letters from kids</category><category>War letters</category><category>World War II</category><title>Letters</title><description>letters past history mail military mail call rejection letter</description><link>http://bestletter.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Benjamin "Benny the Blogger" Franklin)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358467024934994895.post-1495188525316901084</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-19T14:01:47.082-07:00</atom:updated><title>56 Chevy handman Wagon</title><description>&lt;a href="http://localhost:50004/f4e6a72c543b09f90a41fb0b128497cf/image/8852004481ecbdec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://localhost:50004/f4e6a72c543b09f90a41fb0b128497cf/image/8852004481ecbdec.jpg?size=400" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://bestletter.blogspot.com/2011/06/56-chevy-handman-wagon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (David Rupert)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358467024934994895.post-2571424300109450691</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T14:13:04.806-08:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg56LE9xXogEQ8qtveY0-DMjSxz4B3VxlnRE5759C2WLAUTyQx7OuK8wq3cA942fMBpWNSsj1Q8oEmQP5m5yd3-HtzVc7v2j1MTzIUhQd8HXLOEDnK-tGvCG_Lt42i4KPCOTGzgUCksm4Qw/s1600/Where's+my+kidney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg56LE9xXogEQ8qtveY0-DMjSxz4B3VxlnRE5759C2WLAUTyQx7OuK8wq3cA942fMBpWNSsj1Q8oEmQP5m5yd3-HtzVc7v2j1MTzIUhQd8HXLOEDnK-tGvCG_Lt42i4KPCOTGzgUCksm4Qw/s640/Where's+my+kidney.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He talks about his fish – a gold fish he won at the county fair in a carnival game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he mentions his foot – we grew up on a farm and he steeped on a rusty nail or something so he had to get tetanus shots. Which was a big deal because he got out of doing his farm chores, thus the "running around when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t supposed to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pennies and Scotch tape were the finishing touch that have made me treasure this letter for three decades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Yvonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135305793917989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 597px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="358" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnph4x4ZvmrWmKm8OUjinx7gzdfVsIUIen45JOXPQkE3nMpHDzBRPsvHmNnCyXkj-FoEsVI0eXjnAhmWGwaZKUNHuVz3rb1eJry7YUjnp879-xYQOafLXGwve6K2QOGCHwqun1iPoSJU/s400/Penny_Letter.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bestletter.blogspot.com/2007/11/missing-his-big-sister.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (David Rupert)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnph4x4ZvmrWmKm8OUjinx7gzdfVsIUIen45JOXPQkE3nMpHDzBRPsvHmNnCyXkj-FoEsVI0eXjnAhmWGwaZKUNHuVz3rb1eJry7YUjnp879-xYQOafLXGwve6K2QOGCHwqun1iPoSJU/s72-c/Penny_Letter.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358467024934994895.post-2679493884259082591</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T08:08:35.896-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Letters from dad</category><title>My favorite letter</title><description>I still have the one letter that my dad sent me while I was in basic training for the Air Force. It was one of the few things he ever wrote -- Mom took care of most the correspondence in the family. Until then, I really didn't even know what his handwriting looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was in my darkest days, with training instructors looking for me to fail and every self-doubt in full bloom, this short letter from my dad wrote me sustained me. It kept me. It boosted my flagging spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear David. I am thinking of you and praying for you. I know it's very difficult but you are up to the challenge. You will be a great member of the U.S. Air Force and will serve our family name well. I am proud of you. Love, Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. But the envelope that that he sealed and the 21 cent stamp he stuck it have stayed with me all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cared.</description><link>http://bestletter.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Benjamin "Benny the Blogger" Franklin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358467024934994895.post-4295090357975162059</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-20T07:01:59.955-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">War letters</category><title>World War I letters shared</title><description>World War One soldier, Lloyd Maywood Staley wrote letters to his sweetheart Mary Beatrice Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u.arizona.edu/~rstaley/wwlettr1.htm"&gt;http://www.u.arizona.edu/~rstaley/wwlettr1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are heartbreaking, and yet hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had letters sent to you from a war zone?</description><link>http://bestletter.blogspot.com/2007/11/wwi-letters-shared.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Benjamin "Benny the Blogger" Franklin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6358467024934994895.post-5890635432777702802</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T07:41:58.963-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World War II</category><title>World War II letters</title><description>A wonderful site that shares letters from home and from the front lines can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.private-art.com/"&gt;Private Art&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some gems at this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art saved every letter he recieved. Some are quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Arthur,&lt;br /&gt;Just a few lines to let you know I received your letter, but I think it will take me a few weeks to get over the shock. I thought you had forgotten how to write, or maybe as you said you were too lazy. But I think you had too many other girls to write to, and of course you didn't think about me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this one to his mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mom, I had about $60.00 dollars when I got down here and it's all gone. Send me $30.00 as soon as you can. The P.X. is getting watches in and I want one. They'll be in this weeks so send it right away.&lt;br /&gt;As Always,&lt;br /&gt;Pfc. Art "&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bestletter.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-war-ii-letters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Benjamin "Benny the Blogger" Franklin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>