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Love,

Gregory :)

(return to the letter)

August 3, 1976

Hello Cheryl,

What’s happening? Yeah, this is Ricky, the guy that was so anxious to write!

I guess I should start by telling you about myself. Even though I sent a picture I mind as well tell you what I look like, my height is 5’11”, brown hair and blue eyes.

Before I say anymore you’d better sit down and relax cause this is going to be a rather long letter.

As far as what kind of personality I have, I really don’t know, but if it helps alot of people call me & Jim brothers. Plus of the fact he and I are always around each other. I’m also a very affectionate person and I can be rather forward at times. (Like I said, at times).

I graduated from St. Louis High School of Hawaii, this sounds rather wierd but it’s rather a long story to explain.

I have a father, 4 sisters and one brother. I just thought I’d just give you a more or less of an idea of what kind of family I come from. Of course Jim told you that I come from Dartmouth, Mass. And the fact that I have 4 months left in the corps. (I can’t wait for that day.)

Cheryl, I don’t know what kind of letter you would call this but I’m not used to writing girls I haven’t really met. So, I hope you’ll bear with me. Okay

In case your wondering, I was engaged once, (a year ago) but I’d rather not go into details about a past thing.

Beleive it or not, I live about 15 minutes away from your house. I guess it was fortunate to meet Jim. Jim and I have already made plans of me going to pick him up at the airport next year. I imagine we’ll always be friends.

You wouldn’t believe some of things your brother and I have done.

I found out a little about you before I wrote, and Cupid has come to the conclusion that you and I would get along great. (But don’t tell Jim).

Well, Cheryl I don’t think I should make this letter much longer, cause I don’t like getting bored either! HA HA I don’t know what kind of ending I should put, maybe you know, but for now I’ll just have to sign my name!

Ricky

(return to the letter)

Hello! I’m bored. I had nothing better to do. I’m gonna be at Tom’s house, and then go to the game. I hope you can come.

(Here goes nothing) will you go out with me? I know you’ll say “No,” and you probably won’t talk to me, plus U like … (of course U know). I’ll be at Tom’s so call me there (_ _ _ - 3950). If you say “No” (which will happen), can we still be friend

DON’T TELL EMILY SHE WAS RIGHT!

See Ya.

Sobo

P.S. If you say “Yes” (It won’t happen), we better talk to each other more, than U and Kraft.

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I know that dollar-wise things have been a little tight, and looking back a little unfair, too. You know that eventually things are going to ease up a bit, and in the mean-time, I promise to make it more fair. The whole situation is unfair to you. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice like this, but you have done so willingly and cheerfully. I really appreciate it! You’re a champ.

I’m doing everything I can to make our evenings together, longer. I hope you’ll be patient until, one way or another I start getting home earlier.

I thank you for all you’ve done for us, endured for us, and loved for us. My marraige is so important to me – because of whom I married. You’ve made me the happiest, most happiest, of all happy.

Love,

Natie-pooh

a.k.a. Nate the priMate

(return to the letter)

In writing anything to you, I always end up frustrated with the results. One reason for that is because I don’t like my writing (or pretty much anything else about myself for that matter), and the other reason is a bit more complicated. I could sit here and write an entire novel about my love for you but it would never be able to fully express how I feel. Describing my love for you is like trying to explain why snow is white. They are both unchangable facts of life that cannot be argued. I have a hard time remembering if there was ever a time I didn’t love you. And you know what, maybe I always did love you, even before we met. I was always