I finally finished typing up the letters my grandpa sent my grandma during WWII. There were only about 50-55 total, but it still took me 20 hours or more to type them all because it's hard for me to leave spelling and grammar errors that I see intact. Every other time there was a word misspelled I would have to un-correct it. The process was painstakingly slow.

My grandpa is a plain-spoken man and mostly he would talk about what their assignments were and what they had to eat. There was only lovey-dovey stuff in a handful of letters, and this was the best of that:

Darling, I still love you. Or I guess I shouldn't say still. That makes it sound like it is weakening or that I am beginning to wonder. But that isn't so. It is getting deeper and I am more certain of it every day, if that is possible. Anyway, I love you and the kids with all my heart and whatever there is to love you with.

I thought it was tender, especially compared to the time he wrote my grandma, "If there is a can of spam in the house when I get home, I'll tear it down (the house.)" Ha! Spam is gross, but tearing a house down over a can of it would just be silly.

Does anybody else have funny/weird grandparent stories?