In 1983 I lived in Palo Alto, Calif, where I and my wife Sherry had just had our first and only child, Eric, in June. I wrote a letter that fall or winter to my Uncle Garth about my son and also told him several strong reasons why he, Garth, should come back to God and the LDS Church. During the holidays, Uncle Garth took a break from Christmas shopping, sat down and typed me a response. It may have been the last letter he ever wrote. Many years later I went to visit his son Steve and told him I'd written his father a "missionary" letter. Steve said, "I wrote him one of those two after I came home from my mission, but he never gave me an answer! I wanna see that letter." "So he was too polite to brush me off, but not to brush you off as his son," I laughed. Steve said that to me about 2010, I think. Now he finally gets something to satisfy his curiosity. I have in front of me, this pleasant March 3 day in Tucson, Arizona, a zerox copy of Garth's letter, the original apparently having gone the way of all the world. One of the first lines is, "Young children are such a joy that there will be times when you lose sight of all the trouble they can cause."
I'll type in the rest of the letter and comments by March 8, the 41st anniversary of Garth's brother Paul's death. Probably by Mar 5.
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Hey Movie Nut, might I suggest that you don't post the letter in you blog. Instead, would you just type a copy of it into his son's email.
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