To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
-Mary Oliver

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Apologies, updates & minor corrections

There are few corrections to the vernacular sent to me via my mother from my Uncle Guy, my grandfather's son and namesake. First, I want to correctly use the term "west-enders" not "west-siders" when referring to the relatives and friends from the west end of Newport Kentucky. My only excuse is that I was having a "what was I thinking" moment, or that there is and was a local corner bar, the West Side Cafe on 11th street in Newport and I may have been a little confused or just longing for a beer myself at the time. I apologize for this mix-up. I hope someone other than just my Uncle is reading this and caught it as well. I realize it has been a couple of weeks since I last posted a letter between Guy and Ange. On March the 14th it will be Ange's birthday. I have been busy, and neglectful in continuing the posting of the letters, so I promise to be better... so today March 9th I am looking at a letter Guy sent that is dated APR 23 1934 from Tarpon Springs Florida. What seems entirely ironic to me today is that my Uncle Guy now resides in Tarpon Springs, Florida, and his family has been there for quite a while. The Greek community still exists and for years "Papas" restaurant was a favorite among the grandparents and Uncle Guy's family when they visited. I do not know if the Hotel Arcade is still in business, but I certainly hope so, as even then, in 1934 it was a "classy joint" boasting a coffee shop, each room a bath, and steam heat at the bottom of the hotel stationary:




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