I Loved Her Enough: chance, tragedy, love, and fresh air

It’s a most unusual story. Father was gone and Mother was dying from TB. That left Grandmother Anna, who was older than dirt, trying to raise three little girls without two nickels to rub together. It was 1933, in the middle of the depression. We lived in Queens, NY, and let me tell you, times were hard.I was five years old when The Fresh Air Fund’s Summer program had an unexpected opening. Those two weeks I spent in Delaware changed my life forever.Reliving that year, as I remembered going from NY to DE and back again, provided an unfamiliar twist. I discovered what I believed to have been a tragic and complex time unfolded as a wonderful love story. How healing it was for me to see for the first time, the beauty of my childhood through the wisdom of these old adult eyes.You better have your tissues ready. Eilleen Jandreau Spence