Whatever Happiness We Have Is Pure Gravy!

Saturday, Jan. 7, 1989

Dear Family: ...

What a wonderful start to a wonderful life: Thoughtful gifts from our near and dear: Since I know it's difficult to buy for the retired couple, I'll forgive the "flute", "the word game that will only lead to divorce" and "one Acrostic-puzzle book guaranteed to drive me up the wall". We thank you for slippers, bath-robes, blazers, Cross-word puzzles, casual jacket, books, magazines, all of which will enhance our lives.

It was fun to share this Christmas with Lynn, John and their two boys, Johnny and Mikey. They liked the freedom of the Annex and we could be with them when they wanted us or vice versa. The toys came in a million parts, with or without batteries...

It's been very nostalgic, taking down Frank's Christmas tree (a tall artificial one that has earned its rest). We've saved some ornaments that we'd like to keep; Lynn took some that had meaning for her and the rest will grace the Salvation Army. In fact, we are getting more organized about dismantling the Annex in order to sell it in the next six months. We have to make the guest room here into a den so that we can spread out the Navy, the records of many years, all the things Frank shouldn't have to part with. ...

This has been a great year for us, the courtship, the questions, the culmination of discovering each other's attributes, caring and sharing qualities.... and love. And, how very special that our kids like not only us, but each other. At this stage in our lives, whatever happiness we have, is "pure gravy"!

Hope everything is diving in '89.

Love,

Mom

All I can add is AMEN!

Frank

The Meyersons Talk as Much as the Walkers

August 2, 1989

Dear Vicki and Roger:

...

We're into a summer routine: Sleep til 7:30 or 8:00 a.m.; light breakfast of melon, english muffins. Frank unloads the dish washer; I go to Swimnastics and he lies in his bunk reading; have some chore in town or at the Annex (finally getting thru all the pictures and correspondence of forty years); have a bloody mary and sandwich for lunch; go to the library to process books from one week to two weeks shelf; come home and take a nap (reading in our bunk); go to the pool or talk about going to the gulf. (Neither of us is that crazy about salt water and sand and Frank has a skin irritation since May, under treatment); have cocktails at 5:30; dinner; some T.V. I might watch while Frank reads in his bunk; we play Upwords, the version of Scrabble Bruce gave us or do crossword puzzles and then go to read and fall asleep in our bunk around 10:30 or 11:00. Don't have the old impromptu cocktail parties we used to have. Paul and Kathy are impossible, the Griffins aren't well, T's gone and the Pages are away. Thank goodness for Gyros and the Navy League, folks around here getting old and lazy. We keep talking about travel but it really is pleasant here and we are so happy with each other's companionship. He is so thoughtful and caring.

...

Enclosed is a copy of my reunion picture. Frank's jacket is on the guy in the first row on the right. (Bob Kuerst who asked me to wear his pin. In fact there are at least five guys I dated who are in the group, only the good looking ones of course).

Stay well, stayed love.

And All Your Charms Be Mine

And so I must a-wooing go

For lovely BKB

Sly Cupid's bow

Has laid me low

In woosome ecstasy.

Oh, sweet Babette

I'll win you yet

And all your charms be mine

'Till that event

I'll be content

If you're my Valentine

Franky

Try to Keep Our Act Together

To Babette

July 23, 1990

Blessings on thee Babette dear

As we mark another year.

What's to say between we two

Beyond the simple "I love you"?

The love and happiness we've known

Is not for words, it's just our own.

Who else can really understand?

We hold it in each other's hand.

And side by side in joy or sorrow

Confidently face tomorrow.

Two years of bliss I've shared with thee

Let's get on with number three

And try to keep our act together

With one, at least, "above" the weather.

Happy Anniversary!

A Happy Occasion

Salute the Passing of One Year

To Babs

I love you more with every

day

And then what more is there

to say

Salute the passing of one

year

And pray it lasts forever

Dear

Frank

I Know That You'll Survive

August, 1991

Pre-Op love note:

To Frank

Three years are not enough

You cannot get away.

We two must have more years to share.

And do it day by day.

My love for you is strong

I know that you'll survive

To share with me

The years to be

And keep our love alive.

Forever Yours,

Babs