Love Letters, Part II
Christine and I wrote each other love letters for way too many years. I met Christine when we were 14; it was love at first sight, call it puppy love if you may. I was a sophomore, she was a freshman and we enjoyed three years of high school together. When I went to work for my Uncle Chester in his Peachtree Street Photography Studio in Atlanta, Georgia, I suggested that Christine should enjoy her senior year in high school by going to all the activities the school has, and the activities the girl’s “Sub Deb Club” would have. That was a club in the 1930s where the girls would ask the boys to their various dances, wiener roasts, parties, etc., as most of the boys were too shy to ask a girl for a date. As each activity would come up, she would ask my best friends - in succession - Richard Gramann, Art Dufelmier, Skee Huss and Bob Walker. There wasn’t a week while I was in Atlanta that I wouldn’t receive four letters from her. I would write her at least three times each week.