Correspondence Through the Years: Old Letters

   These days with email and social media we may lay aside letters never to read them again, if we even get any at all, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, which can never be irrecoverable for ourselves or others.  Said Johann Wolfgang Goethe.


Letter my dad wrote to my mom, he was a truck driver.


Which is so true and sad and I as the family genealogist keep all of them and scan them into our family tree. I am most grateful to my father for never throwing anything out. I found so many treasures, as well as some old war letters my grandmother saved and I now have. 



Letter from my grandfather George Edgar Robertson while serving in WWI

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 Aren't they fun, I have ink and calligraphy pens, I Am not very good at handwriting and my printing is not well either, but I do love to write. I love wax seals and send letters off to faraway places and receiving mail is a most treasured gift. I don't get letters anymore, but I still dream of getting them.

My husband always left me love note, he was a truck driver and would have to leave very early in the morning or late and night and I would wake up to a little love note on his pillow or by the coffee pot or on the bathroom mirror. He passed away a few years ago and I still have all of them.

Share with me your stories of your letters, I would love to hear about them.






  






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