Twenty-four years ago I decided to enclose a one-page personal letter with each one of our Christmas cards.
My goal: to share with our family and friends the highlights of the year’s activities. Fifty or so people have received our letters and the response from them was positive. We, in turn, received many interesting and creative Christmas letters.
Fortunately, I had the good sense to keep a copy of each year’s Christmas letter. Every year I place the newest letter in a Christmas green binder for safekeeping. This year as I read those letters once again I realized that the letters give a pretty good history of the highlights of our family’s activities over the last twenty-four years. Little did I know just how precious these letters would become as the years have passed by.
In 1988, the letters recall our being stationed in Nicosia, Cyprus and living a cautious and careful life of an American Embassy family. On December 21, 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 departing Heathrow Airport was bombed while flying over Lockerbie, Scotland. One of our own security officers was on board the flight. Several days later, my husband and I attended the memorial service to honor this young man at the US Embassy in Nicosia. After this tragic event our ambassador ordered that Americans should not meet in large groups for fear of additional attacks. As a result my two daughters’ school Christmas parties were canceled and Americans did not gather that year for their traditional Christmas party at the Marine House.
In 1990, we were living outside of London and my young daughters attended a British school for two years. Before leaving England, my friends gave a party in my honor. The party took the form of British High Tea – a dressy afternoon event where fancy finger foods and punch were served. Within a week’s time, we were back in Virginia and attending the Prince William County Fair. By the end of that day we had seen pigs, sheep and cows and even watched a truck pull. I thought to myself, what a change of lifestyle! In the next years our two daughters grew from being little girls with pronounced British accents to young and independent American women. From learning to ride their bicycles, to working on Algebra and French homework, to taking drivers ed and scaring the daylights out of their parents, and then going off to college— it is all there on the pages of our family’s Christmas letters.
Thirty-eight years ago, it was just my husband and me. Today, our family has grown to eight people. The lives of all eight of us are recounted on the pages of those Christmas letters.
As I read these letters I realized how many things had slipped from my memory. And what a shame it would have been if those family memories had been lost forever.
And that reminds me…I’d better get writing this year’s letter. Our friends and family are waiting and my Christmas green binder has an empty page protector marked “2012”.
How about you? Do you write a yearly letter? How do you record the history of your family? If you don’t, perhaps 2012 is the time to start. Enjoy!