Saturday, June 4, 2011

Letter from my dad

On a magnet board over my desk, I keep a letter my dad sent me when I was away at camp at age 12:

Aug-10
Dear Clare-Babe,

Sorry, no apricots. You'll have to try papaya instead (it looks kind of gross, but I know that I like papaya juice, so maybe it's alright).

Not much new here at the ranch. Mom & I saw an interesting movie last night: "Wings of Desire." It's about a bunch of real-life angels in modern-day Berlin (Germany). Boy, were they nice people (I mean angels). If you are interested in seeing it when you get back, I'll be glad to go again. I think I'll recommend it to Deborah [our art teacher].

See you a week from Saturday in Rye.

Ta-ta.

Au revoir.

Daddy

I never did see Wings of Desire back then, but I have by now seen it several times and it ranks among my favorite movies. I love that my dad thought that 12-year-old me would be mature enough to appreciate that movie. I doubt he was right about that. In any case, this letter makes me really happy.