I just received another glorious box of antique letters - it's filled to the brim with hundreds of yellow, crunchy-aged letters, bank books and corset ads. This is the second batch of letters to the Siegert family (the first batch contained letters to Elsa from Roscoe.)
I've come to the realization, that as much as I love these letters from the past, they will never "belong" to me. I'll enjoy them briefly, but it's become my goal to find the rightful owners and return them all. I've been doing a bit of research to see if I can find heirs, but so far, no luck. I will keep searching until I find them - what a story they tell.
One of the letters I found in this treasure box stood out as special, and I *had* to share it with you. It was written in 1928, bundled with a bunch of extremely "well-mannered" letters - and it stands out like a purple mohawk haircut on Santa Claus.
The letter was written to Elsa's Mom, from Elsa's cousin Millie. She writes about her health and how she misses Grand Mother, (who apparently used to live with Millie, but now lives with Elsa's family). Near the end of the letter, Millie writes:
"This house shook awful the other day. Grand Mother must have farted, for it knocked me out of bed."
Peace, till next