From 1938 to 1944, Wade Sarver’s parents wrote love letters—lots of them. After his parents passed away, Wade published the missives. They start with the young couple in high school and continue past marriage. I recently asked Wade why he did this. Here is his response:
I wanted readers to enjoy young romance. When my parents were young, they didn’t have the means to talk everyday, so they had to write and wait for the letter to arrive. This is a collection of those letters, which were so many I had to compile them into two books. They are very romantic and full of love as well as the daily happenings of my parents’ lives. They are published “as is” to preserve the writing style.
Book One: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HGIOFKA
Book Two: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HI56JV4
When I heard Wade’s parents wrote enough letters to fill two books, I wasn’t surprised. Wade and I “went steady” for a short time back in the eighties. In fact, I think he may have been my first official “date,” since he took me to his junior prom. God bless him, he endured such scrutiny that night—I had a protective father and four older brothers to impress. As I recall, one of them gave him a boutonniere of poison ivy just before we left, complete with a spike nail for pinning it to his lapel. (Sorry, Wade!). Wade was a good sport about it, and in truth, he was a dream boyfriend, always writing notes and slipping little gifts into my locker. The letters have been lost to time, but I still have a few of the necklaces he gave me!
Looking back now, I know why he was so attentive and expressive—his parents set a great example. The letters they penned demonstrate how much they loved one another, and I’m sure Little Wade emulated what he saw in his home. I’m so pleased Wade decided to publish these. We tend to think of “history” as things from a distant past, but in a wireless world, it’s only a matter of time before our children ask, “What’s a letter?”
And now, just for giggles, here’s me in a borrowed prom dress with the ultra-romantic Wade. I’m not sure if we’re going to the prom or about to set sail on The Love Boat.