He asks if she can cook. He jokes with her saying, "I ought to know before I marry you, at least."
Tate is funny. He comes across on the page so sweet without even the tiniest bit of sarcasm. He describes how the Florida rain soaked his tent and all of his clothes but that his clothes remained dry - and he was thankful for that.
The anecdotes he shares with my grandmother range from descriptions of the weather (hot and rainy) to what he is eating (stuffed peppers that were delicious) to what is going on in his family (his cousin had a baby). Some are tender and some are hilarious, like the story of the guy in the bunk above him dreaming he was drowning only to wake up and realize he had wet the bed. Tate's reaction? Thank God they have thick mattresses, or he might have dreamed it was raining!
His sense of humor is just so honest and simple. I am trying to think about anyone I know now who sounds like him, has his kind and honest tone when telling such a gross story. No doubt that if this story was told now, there would be some exaggeration, mockery and filth added in for effect. Is this simply my grandfather's personality or is it the innocence of the time period?
One thing is for sure - he communicates sincerely and lovingly how much he missed Lynn. He is not afraid to open his heart to her on paper, miles and miles between them.
I wonder how she felt each time a letter came in the mail, what that moment before she slipped open the envelope felt like each time?
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