Category Archives: Suffering

Young Love (#57)

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My life in Chicago was easy compared to what Nate was experiencing in the Army. He was suffering through some hard days (and nights) of living in the field, stripped of every comfort. He was exhausted, dirty, hungry, and longing for his fiancée. Meanwhile, I was happily shopping for a wedding gown and helping my parents sort through mountains of creature comforts they no longer needed. It was the story of two extremes.

a-shinerJuly 12, 1969 – Dearest Meg. Thanks for the sweetest card I’ve ever seen! That picture of Meg with a trace of a shiner is so cute! I could hug, kiss, and squeeze you for a week! Down here I am really tired. We’ve been up every morning between 4:00 and 5:00 and been kept busy till midnight or 1:00 AM every night. Today we ran a reconnaissance patrol – 27 men, 27 rifles and a radio, etc. We walked about 15 miles in the heat, and my underwear and clothes were soaked! I’ve had to wear the same clothes for 5 days. No showers. This is rough, but it makes a person appreciate civilian life. Every man owes this to the U.S. When I think of what some men have sacrificed, my little suffering is microscopic.

July 12, 1969 – Dear Nate. My life is so different here than yours at Ft. Riley. I’ve been helping Mom and Dad sort through a lifetime of belongings. You’re operating with nothing, and they have too much. But… there’s an up-side. Since they have to get rid of so much, let’s think seriously about taking some of it. Dad’s father made some really nice glass-front book cases back in the late 1800’s. (Remember, Dad was born in 1899!) Those might be nice for all your law books.

July 12, 1969 – Dearest Meg. Thank you for your last fabulous letter! I could hug and kiss you forever! My love grows daily, and I am so excited about our engagement. You are the most fabulous woman in the world! I love you! And I also say, just wait until November 29! Love and kisses! I think of you every minute – every minute!!! I think about things you’ve said and done and your and my prayers, and your body. I realize again how magnificent you are and how fortunate I am. I’ll love you forever!

gownsJuly 13, 1969 – Dear Nate, my Loved One. I just returned from shopping for a wedding gown! But before I tell you about it, I want to thank you for all your letters filled with so many words of love. I appreciate every penned word. And I love you very much! Getting ready for our wedding is the most fun I’ve ever had, for lots of reasons. Nov. 29 can’t come fast enough for me! Today I tried on all kinds of gowns and about drooled over their beauty. I’m not ready to decide, because I want to look some more, and of course I have to run the prices past Dad. But I did decide a few things. I want an off-white dress made of heavy satin. It’s a very rich-looking fabric. I don’t mean in money but in thickness and quality, you know, sort of like a “rich” pastry. I’ve also decided on a high collar with lace of some kind. I hope to get a long train that will drag 3-4 feet behind the dress, and a floor-length veil. I’m going to pitch in for the extra costs of some of this. Dad will probably say I can’t, but I’m going to try. And I don’t want a veil over my face, because when I walk down the aisle, I don’t want anything obstructing my view!

“In the day of prosperity, be joyful, and in the day of adversity consider: God has made the one as well as the other.” (Ecclesiastes 7:14)

Young Love (#41)

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Nate and I continued our long-distance courtship with pen and paper, growing in frustration over not being able to be together. But the thought of a reunion over the 4th of July kept us both going. And if it included a proposal and engagement, so much the better!

parental-adviceOur 4 parents were concerned that we wouldn’t have a chaperone over that weekend, and his parents wrote to Nate, suggesting we invite my folks, or Mary and Bervin to join us. They said they would have volunteered but had important commitments at home then and were unavailable.

Neither Nate nor I wanted any chaperones on that special weekend, so we didn’t invite anyone. Though we’d be staying together in a motel room, we’d made up our minds to hold off on intimacy until marriage, and were determined to resist the temptation.

helmetJune 22, 1969 – Dearest Meg. I’ve been out on bivouac for 4 days. We fired rifles all day and slept in tents at night. We put water in our helmets and shaved out of them. I just learned that the letters I wrote to you for three days last week were held till Wednesday by the Army before being mailed. I love you so much that I nearly cry when I realize that I can’t be with you. But Jesus Christ is so real to me here. I talk to Him privately all day long. Our faith is the only way for us.

June 23, 1969 – Dear Nate. Thinking about our wedding and planning for it makes me feel closer to you. I’m thankful you are asking for help about the groom’s duties. I’m enclosing a list of things grooms do, just for your general information. You certainly don’t have to follow it to the letter, but it gives you an idea of what to expect. And since your brother is also in the military and won’t come in till the last minute, you’ll probably have to do his “best man” duties, too.

kissesJune 23, 1969 – Dearest Meg. I love you so much. Thank you a billion times for your wonderful letters. And thank you for the postcard with the kisses on it. I especially like what you wrote on the back, that I don’t have to pick, because I can have them all. We got New Testaments today in church. I read through James and half of Romans. I’m also thankful for the Bible you gave me. Like the song says, “You make me so very happy!”

June 23, 1969 – Dear Nate. I wrote your folks to thank them for visiting my parents and driving all that way. It worked out perfectly, and I’m amazed at how timely it all was. So far, everything has gone right. By the way, any time you have had a rough day or been treated unfairly or just want to ask questions about wedding plans, feel free to call me collect (if you can get to a phone). I’ll gladly accept any charges and will tell my roommates not to accept, if I’m not at home.

June 24, 1969 – Dearest Meg. Thank you for taking care of my books and clothes while I’m gone. I think of you every minute. Your blue eyes, beautiful hair, and warm body. I’m really lucky to be marrying you, Meg. And I thank the Lord I can love another person so much. We are running 5 miles every day, but much harder than that is being away from you, my Love. Good luck during this last week of school.

“Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.” (Proverbs 3:6)

Young Love (#39)

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Once the letters began successfully flying back and forth between Ft. Riley and Chicago, engagement plans began to solidify. Nate’s father owned a jewelry store in the Nyman’s home town and said he could order the ring for us. When we were window shopping together in the Chicago stores, Nate had listened to my comments carefully and knew it should be a narrow band, something simple, in yellow gold.

Unbeknownst to me, he called his father from his post in Kansas and ordered the ring. His plan was to officially propose on the 4th of July when he hoped I would come for a visit, but there was no guarantee the ring would be set and sent by then.

romansJune 17, 1969 – Dearest Meg. I love you so much and am praying continually for both of us. God hears and rewards prayer with answers. In the book of Romans, Paul says faith is trusting God, and this opens the Christian life. Let’s always pray and have a Christian home for our babies. I’m eager for the 4th of July when you come!

June 17, 1969 – Dear Nate. It’s Monday morning, but I’m home from work today, “sick.” I don’t have the flu or anything, but I laid out in the sun for 5 hours yesterday after church and burned my eyelids so bad they barely open. I’ve been dizzy and nauseated, too. Aspirin helps. I’m so careless.

June 19, 1969 – Dearest Meg. Take it easy on the sun, especially if you ever use a sunlamp. Take good care of yourself! If you come for a visit over the 4th weekend, train arrangements will have to be made at the last minute. I’m sorry you have to go through that, and do all the arranging, too. But I really need to see you. And I need your love, too – which I know I have.

my-corvetteJune 20, 1969 – Dear Nate. You won’t believe this! The one time I neglect to lock my Corvette doors, and the car gets stolen! I about had a heart attack when it wasn’t where I parked it. I called the police, Bervin, Dad, and my insurance man. The police came right over and filled out a long report, but my insurance guy had bad news. He said, “One out of every 3 Corvettes, old or new, is stolen at least once in the life of the car.” I was furious! The police said people steal Corvettes to dismantle them and sell the parts, and whoever took it probably had a garage ready and waiting to do that.

June 20, 1969 – Dearest Meg. I’m really sorry your car was stolen. But perhaps it can serve as a lesson on materialism? Or at least a warning. If they never find it, before you purchase another vehicle, you should check with your father and with Bervin – and you and I should talk about our finances as a couple. It will all work out.

June 20, 1969 – Dear Nate. I talked to the police again to see if my car was found. They said it would probably be found… stripped and sitting on a side street. Drat! Dad was encouraging, though. I figured I was due for a lecture on locking car doors, but it never came. Instead he was very optimistic, saying it might have been time to update my car situation anyway (to something more economical). That gave me hope.

“Count it all joy when you meet trials of various kinds.” (James 1:2)