Vincent and Devin, postcard with their names written on it

by Michelle K and Cyndi

 

 

postcard reading: Greetings from Texas, with some famous scenery from the state depicted

Howdy, Vincent! I've been in Texas for a week; it's the hottest place I've ever been! Remember when we went to that deep cavern? It's hotter here!

Love to you and the Old Man.

Devin

 

 

postcard of the Brooklyn Bridge leading from the city

 

 

 

Dear Devin,

It seems impossible that you've left us again, and yet this time there are letters and postcards ... and no regrets. Only looking forward ... to your many adventures, and a time when we'll meet again. I am a silent companion on your travels. I'm sure you feel it, too, and know my gratitude.

Father seems lighter now, as though a great weight has been lifted. He is ... buoyant ... if you can imagine it. Though he misses you. As do I.

I don't envy you the heat you mentioned. I remember too well the suffocating humidity of that cavern. It was worth it, though, don't you think? For it took us to the river ... and our raft ... and the dreams of boyhood one never forgets.

Be safe, Devin. Write soon.

Love,
Vincent

 

postcard of a snow capped mountain and a lake below it, from Juneau Alaska

Hey little brother. Don't go getting so sentimental on me now! Made my way to Alaska and visited some mining camps ... What I wouldn't give to have seen them in their hey days! I think I would have been a great miner ... and rich! Headed to Calgary in Canada. Met a guy who works the rodeo circuit; I figure why not give it a try!

I miss you all too. Love to the Old Man.

D.

 

postcard showing the curve of the earth from New York City to some far off snow-capped mountain

Dear Devin,

I hesitate to think of the trouble you would have found in the mines. Did our trips to the maze teach you nothing? We've boarded it up now; there have been too many close calls of late, and I recall more than one broken limb as a result of our own explorations in that dangerous place. It seems just yesterday that you dared me to scale the south wall. Do you remember?

Catherine has brought me a book on Western Canada. Did you know there are mines not far from Calgary? A place named "Frank Slide" – you may have heard of it. The story is a tragic one ... and yet, despite all the dangers and misfortune, the people were determined to survive, to prosper. Perhaps you would have done well there, after all.

Father says to be careful with the horses, for they are "quite lively, and will trample you at the first sign of trouble." He never did trust animals.

Be well,
Vincent

 

 

postcard from Frank Slide near Calgary, Alberta, Canada. A rough mountainside and the town below it: old, wooden-fronted buildings below it

Vincent:

Sorry it took so long to write again. Had to get settled. I went to Frank Slide and got this post card for you. It was magnificent and tragic. Tell the Old Man the horses and I get along fine. Did I ever tell you about the time I worked with a vet at a race track? Don't tell the Old Man. It's getting cold here; may have to head south again soon, or maybe back to Alaska for the Iditarod? Give my love to Chandler. She still fighting for Truth, Justice, and the American way?

 

postcard of the NYC skyline at night, featuring the Empire State Building, reading New York at Night.

Dear Devin,

Thank you for the postcard – I've added it to my growing collection in a lovely old box Mouse found for me. He's been inspired by your mention of the Iditarod, and is now set on designing a harness and sled for poor Arthur.

I haven't told Father (quite frankly, I'm afraid of what it might do to his blood pressure).

Catherine sends her best wishes. She's still working with the DA's office; in fact, she wanted me to tell you that Ehringer's second appeal was denied. She thought you'd want to know.

I read that in Calgary, the cold can be quite harsh. I wish that just once I might feel that icy wind upon my face. Tell me, is it as bitter as I imagine?

Love,
Vincent

 

 

A postcard of downtown Calgary, Alberta, Canda. It's a snowy evening; the lights of the city are bright against the blue-white snow. The postcard reads: Welcome to Calgary

Little brother, you DO NOT want to feel this cold! I had ice in my eyebrows today! You would become a furry popsicle!  Then again, you just might be made for colder climates! With the way people bundle up around here, you could walk down Main Street in a ski mask and gloves! Hmm ... I may have to talk with Chandler about taking you on vacation!  I'm headed East!  Maybe Toronto or Montreal. Tell William I miss his rabbit stew.
 
Love always,
D


 

A vintage postcard of New York City. Central Park lake is frozen over and the skaters are out. The bow bridge is in the background, and beyond it, the high rise apartments on Central Park West.


Dear Devin,
 
William has promised that when you next visit the tunnels, he will have his stew waiting for you.
 
Catherine and I enjoyed a smile over your last postcard; the idea of me wearing a ski mask was too much. Father, however, was not amused. Perhaps I should have kept it from him, given our arguments of late. 
 
Catherine said Montreal is a wondrous city, with a musical mingling of language and an underground network of tunnels designed for travel by train and foot. Perhaps it would make you feel a little closer to home. If you do make it there, please make sure to visit the Place-des-Arts and the stained glass mural. Remember the one? There's a photo of it in one of the travel books in Father's library.
 
We all miss you, myself and Father most of all.
 
Love,
Vincent

 

 
I chose Montreal over Toronto ... thanks. Their subway stations are not like anything you've ever seen! Some stations are like underground malls! As you can see I did go to Place des Arts. Wow! It did make me a little home sick though. Imagine! Me – homesick. Vincent, I think I'm getting too old for all this travel. 
 
Look for a package to arrive soon. I've been picking up lots of travel brochures for the kids. Maybe they can use them for some art projects.
 
As always, give my love to everyone.
D.

 

 


 
Dear Devin,
 
Was the stained glass everything I've imagined? I suspect that photos cannot capture its depth and beauty, though I'm grateful for them nonetheless. Your package arrived safely, and the children are now planning a project to bring each location to the tunnels. They've even asked William to help. You can imagine his blustering reply, I'm sure. He is already busy preparing a menu, and with the aid of our helpers, I'm sure it will be quite a feast. We wish you could be here with us.
 
I don't believe you are too old, Devin. You always were a chaser of dreams, and another adventure awaits ... when you're ready. Homesickness is but a sign that you have a home to return to. And you do. Always. 
 
Much love,
Vincent
 
 


Hello once again, Little Brother.
 
I can just imagine William blustering, all the while thoroughly enjoying being asked to help. Thank you for reminding me I really do have a home to return to. I'm still getting used to that.  I sort of feel like Dorothy when she returned from Oz and learned that what she had always been seeking was in her own back yard.  Maybe it's time to come home.
 
Turn around, Little Brother.

 

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Michelle K - loomofdreams(at)gmail(dot)com
Cyndi - RADCLlFFE(at)aol(dot)com

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