Remember them? If you are as old as I am, you do. In fact, I used to clip some of the daily “Portraits” of James Metcalfe and send them to my girlfriend, now my wife of 66 years. Oh, to be able to read a Metcalfe Portrait again to my precious Martha!
Sorry, we are not so blessed today. Most of the articles or news today are sad and depressing.
I sent my first Portrait to Martha as a teenager. We met one Sunday night after church at the Fort Wayne Gospel Temple.
She sang in the choir, and I played clarinet and saxophone during the broadcast of the “Back Home Hour” over WOWO radio from 10 to 11 p.m. Sunday nights. I asked if I could take her home after the broadcast, and she said yes, and we are still going together some 70 years later.
Here is a Metcalfe Portrait I sent to her 70 years ago:
With All My Heart I do not have to tell you that.
You are my only one.
But how can I express my thoughts
For all that you have done?
How can I thank you for so much
That you have given me
Including every word and deed
And loving memory?
For every breath upon my cheek
Each whisper in my ear
And all the many other ways
That you have been so dear?
Without your constant faith in me
I never could have gained
The very least of all the goals
I seem to have attained.
But, oh, my heart is grateful, and
I want your heart to know
There is no other one I love
Or I admire so.
Guess what I received for our 66th anniversary this week? That same aged, yellow Portrait, cut from The News Sentinel all those years ago. And now sent in a love letter from my dear wife, Martha!
What a 66th anniversary present! Could you receive anything better than that? Thank you, my dear Martha!