Exactly 16 years ago, at the age of 16 (going on 17), I packed two suitcases bigger than myself and got on an airplane for the first time to spend one year in the US as an exchange student. I lived abroad several times since then and have always written letters to my number 1 fans: my grandparents. Not only did I inherit their 1940s love letters (see earlier posts) after they moved to heaven, I also received grandpa's folder full of correspondence between them and me. Again, letters were numbered, and again (although not so many) corners of envelopes are missing. The pictures above are taken of letters dated 1994. These are just appetizers; I will be showing you a main course soon!
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