Mickey is still in basic training. Many of these letters consist of him recounting his day, commenting on Arlene’s activities, and unabashed declarations of love. He mentions his mom, my Nana Sylvia. (Not to be confused with Grandma Sylvia, who was Arlene’s mother. Yes I had two grandmothers named Sylvia.)
My Nana was so sweet. Her nickname was The Duchess, which is what my Poppa called her. They were good people and we saw them for many many years even after Mickey passed away.
Reading letters like this one made me blush.