World War II,
from 1942 - 1946.
There are somewhere between 800 and 1000 letters, my dad's plus one year of letters written to him by his family.
He was only a teenager when he left the family farm
but he was a very good and honest writer.
(Dad in his uniform and his sister on the farm)
The summer after I became the keeper of the letters, I began to read them.
It was soon too difficult and emotional (my dad was very ill and died that fall) and I had to give it up before I had even finished the first year.
But l had read enough to know that I was in possession of a little bit of history
that should be preserved.
It took me another four years,
four years of distance from my father's death,
to dive in again.
I had no idea of how to begin what seems like
a very large project, how to approach it, what direction the telling should take.
To tell you the truth, I still don't but I knew I had to start somewhere and I have. I am trusting that the letters will tell me the story I need to tell.