My grandmother sent me a framed picture of her father that had stood on her dresser forever. Years later, I found this letter behind the photo; a hidden treasure! It’s the saddest letter in the treasure box.
On the last page he begs my grandmother to reply and gives a New York address. He mentions a photo he enclosed of my grandmother and her grandfather together, a photo I’ve never seen. It’s sad that my great-great-grandfather had lost touch with his son and grandchildren. I wonder why? I wonder if my grandmother replied? The letter must have been special to her, to have tucked it away behind a photo. She may have forgotten it was there.
I wonder too, who wrote the letter? The penmanship doesn’t look like that of a 72 year old fruit peddler; it looks like a feminine hand to me.
Maybe my great-great-grandmother wrote the letter for him. She looks like a woman with nice penmanship. She’s about the grandest lady in the old photo album. I wonder what happened between Grand Lady and fruit peddler?
I wish I knew more of their story, but there’s no one left to ask.