Posts Tagged "Ayer Massachusetts 1968"

Texas & The Plastic Fab. Co.

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Texas & The Plastic Fab. Co.

Frank and I were trying to save as much money as we could. Knowing in a couple of months when Frank’s school ended that it would be time for us to leave Ayer, Massachusetts We knew extra money would be needed to ship our things home. Frank could fly Military Standby free, but the extra money would also be needed to buy my Student Standby airline ticket.  We were hoping to get to fly together when we left for home. One Friday afternoon, my best friend came over to our house and told us that there was a job opening at Union Products Inc., which was a Plastic Fabrication Company in...

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Rope Knot and Bivouac

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Rope Knot and Bivouac

We were really having an awesome time just being together. Our love was growing deeper and deeper with each passing day. God had wrapped us in His loving arms, protecting us with love for us that was so evident. We felt Him surround us every day. He had given us, the greatest gift, true love for each other Looking back, I really believe that God had planned our love from our births, and He was delighted by the way we loved each other and loved watching us grow up together. We had made many new close friends, and we were finally more secure financially.  Now, we had the money for food with a...

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Going Back Home to Texas

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Going Back Home to Texas

Audio of me just telling the Story After Frank got home from the bivouac, we still had a few things to do. We had to take the fully packed barrels with all of our things packed in them to shipped through REA Express. This company could ship by truck, plane, ship, or train.  Our things were to be shipped by train from Ayer, Massachusetts, to Bay City, Texas. Since we had to be out of our apartment in town on December 15, 1968, Frank and I had to find a place to stay for a few days before we left Ayer, Massachusetts.  Our friends had already moved back to Iowa, so we could not stay with them. ...

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Please, Please Mr. Postman

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Please, Please Mr. Postman

We were both writing to each other, but I was the only one receiving letters. Once receiving an address, I mailed a large stack of letters to Frank that had been waiting on my nightstand to be sent. It would take days for Frank to get them.   Receiving letters from him while he poured out his love for me made my heart ache because I knew how depressed he was and that he had not gotten my letters of love to him. It is a strange feeling to know your letters would comfort the one person who owns your heart and soul, but you are not able to get them to him fast enough.   I prayed that soon a...

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