I love hearing about my family's past. I think every family needs at least one person to keep the family secrets and stories, and to pass them on to the next generation.
My family has figured out that I'm an anachronism, and I've begun to inherit various bits of memorabilia. My most prized possession is the cheese box that contains the soul of my grandmother (long story).
My aunt and uncle recently passed on some photos and documents that used to belong to my great aunt. They're super fascinating, but most of them aren't labelled. Even though we don't know who exactly they are, I think it's amazing to look at the faces of my distant relatives.
Mixed in with the photos was a letter addressed to my Great Aunt Agnes (who we just call Auntie Ag). It's in French (my family is originally from Quebec), and it's a Christmas card.
Imagine a time when you could address a letter like that! No postal code or anything.
Here's my (admittedly rough) translation of the text:
The "woman from England" is my grandmother, Bertha (my mom's mom), who died in February of 1960. She was a War Bride, who came to Canada with my grandfather after WW2. We can infer that this letter is from Christmas of 1960. Auntie Ag, as well as some of my mom's other aunts, helped take care of my mom and her 6 siblings after my grandma died, although my grandpa was still alive, so they weren't exactly "orphans."
My Auntie Ag had breast cancer. She was diagnosed shortly after my grandmother died (hence the "operation" mentioned in the letter). She died 3 years later on February 24, the same day my grandmother died.
I don't know why this letter, of all things, was kept, but I'm happy it was. It's nice to catch a glimpse of the past.