FIC: Gen: Day 16 - May 22. 1959

May 22, 1959

Son,

I am writing this letter at the urging of your mother. There are many things I can never say to you and many things I have no right to say to you since I missed the first 19 years of your life. I kick my own ass every day for that but the past cannot be changed and I don’t want us to be like me and my own father.

I do wish you’d known him. Talk about an obsessed man. He spent most of his life looking for the Holy Grail. He, Marcus, Sallah and I found it too. It was a simple cup, the cup of a carpenter but it really did have power, son. Power like I’ve never seen before.

But I’m getting away from my point. My point is that I’m very proud of you for going back to school. I know you’d rather ride fast on that monstrous bike of yours. Maybe you’ll have time for both. Whatever you want to do is fine with me and your mother but I really, really want you to study archaeology. Don’t tell her I said that.

Your father,
Henry Jones, Junior

FIC: Gen: Day 17 - June 18, 1965 (Indy)

June 18, 1965

Indy,

It’s a girl! We have a granddaughter! She weighs 7 lbs. 4 oz. Mother and child are fine but Mutt is a mess! See you soon!

Love,
Marion

This is the telegram my grandmother sent to my grandfather when I was born. He was in the Far East, looking for the Peacock Diamond again.