Aside from finding a missing (still in the wrapper) video game, a much-needed cord and all of Connor’s elementary school class photos there had been little “surprise” while packing up the house.
Until this morning that is.
I have been the caretaker of my Great Great Aunt Edith’s china buffet for many years now. Inside the cupboards are my Christmas dishes and gravy boats and the storage space below is home to my stationary and 20+ years of photo albums.
The smell of the cedar lined drawers is one of my favorite scents in the world.
At one point, I pulled out one of the smaller drawers so that I could tip it over my trash bag and shake out the scraps that had accumulated over the years and there, taped to the bottom was this…
I could hardly stand the anticipation of what might be written inside. I carefully pulled the letter from its nook and gingerly opened the envelope.
April 19, 1928
Hoping you will not feel shock when you read this letter and will not think I am smart but I would like to know if I could come out to see you some-time. You will have to excuse this writing because I am a little nervous. I hope I will hear from you soon. If you don’t answer this letter please tear it up will you?
Is that not the cutest thing ever? Uncle Bob was the brother of my Dad’s Grandfather. My Dad tells me that Aunt Edith spoke of how one day, she was sitting by the window, and Uncle Bob walked by. Having never seen him before, she turned and said, “There goes the man I will marry someday.”
..and they were married. For a very long time.
On the back of the envelope in feminine handwriting I can faintly make out a few words written in pencil. Sadly, several words are missing.
“Oh ________ when two hearts began to ___________time to _________________________furniture. “
In the spot prior to the word “furniture” an inch long piece of the envelope is gone. I cannot imagine what it might have said. It makes me smile to think that maybe Aunt Edith tucked that precious note under that drawer before she passed it on to my Mom in hopes that one day someone in the family would find the hidden treasure and read the sweet start to their long love story.
“When two hearts began….” 83 years ago, this April.