short but very exciting trip to Greece. So it was so sweet sitting at the kitchen table with Dorothea and Beanie, my old friends from Humes High School. We are all 79, all widows, all treasure each others' friendships.
We drank coffee and passed around postcards and snapshots, commenting on everything we could remember connected with each one.
Then I told them I had some fresh news from Larry. Larry graduated from Humes with us. He never knew he was the class
nerd. But no matter. He ended up leading the most exciting life of anyone in our class of 1951 as a CIA agent.
(I guess the overall winner has to be Elvis but he was not in our class but two years behind us.)
But Ben and I got to know Larry very well on the Poland and Geneva pretend trips; he was a major character in both. So when we returned, I called him to see if he could find out anything about the victim in our bathroom in Kavala. As I expected, he called this morning to tell us he has found news he had gotten from his son who now is following in Larry's footsteps in the CIA.
The victim was a double agent who had been tracked down and eliminated by agents from another country which Larry was not allowed to disclose to us. The assassins were caught and arrested.
Of course Greece is a fer piece from Memphis, but I feel safer now knowing the case is settled. However, it will be a long time before we can forget that dead body on the floor of our extra bathroom!
But the most important part of our coffee time was that Dorothea brought her love letter from her husband and shared it with us for the first time.
June-1972
"My beloved Dorothea,
I am having such a wonderful time with my
men's study group from church back home.
We are learning so much about Paul as we
study his mission trips. How I love him and
and his books in the Bible. Today we are in
Philippi. I find that I miss you so much that
I am writing this as a love letter to you. I will
hide it behind a certain stone. Some day soon
we will come here together and enjoy all the wonder
of this place and retrieve this love letter to my true
love. You didn't think your old man had it in him.
I love you more than I can ever say and will forever.
Always your Gleekamoo!"
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As you know already, Blog Friends, her husband died that very day from a heart attack in Philippi. Dorothea received a postcard from him a week later, telling her he had hidden a love letter. He put an x on this postcard where it was. (x not seen)
But it had been collected and stored at the museum in one of many boxes of things gathered by the grounds keepers.
How marvelous the three of us feel...that we FOUND IT in one of those boxes just hours before we flew home. !!!
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It was such an honor that Dorothea shared this with Beanie and me.
Now we share it with you. What could be more important than to be loved and to love.
So ends the final entry on WHY PHILIPPI?
Ο Θεός να σας ευλογεί σας
O Theós na sas ev̱logeí sas God bless you!
With love from Beanie, Dorothea, and annie
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This was the first pretend trip I made after my precious Ben died...thought I might never write another one...but glad I did. Hope Ben would have liked it...think he would!!!!
ReplyDeleteIt might surprise you to learn I actually spend more time researching a pretend trip than I actually spend writing it. so mush information is never used in the trips, but give me more of a feel of the place I am writing about. About that dead man on the bathroom floor...I am sorry I started down that road...I wasn't ready to write anything that dark so just cut that part of the story shorter than I meant to originally. I doubt if I will ever read this again. But if anyone enjoyed it, iam glad. ab
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