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During my three years in Ethiopia I wrote letters home to Mom and Dad on a regular basis. There weren’t regular phone calls from that remote a spot in those days.
My mother saved those letters. And I have them. Most of them are a tiny handwritten scrawl on flimsy aerograms (sp?). Soon I hope to have them all transcribed and posted here. I will enjoy doing it and I hope others will enjoy reading them.