- Beautiful letters from grandparents long deceased
- A letter from my favorite grandfather that was three sentences long and ended with, "Didn't take long to tell you everything I know, did it?"
- Notes from my brother when he was very young describing his schedule in school every year; I also found a series of notes where he changed my middle name each time he addressed another envelope - my favorite middle name was "Pimp-My-Ride"
- Letters from a friend in college that were addressed "The Great Kimaroo"
- A handwritten letter on Buckingham Palace stationery from a Robert Fellowes thanking me for a sympathy note I sent when Princess Diana died
- Correspondence from a wonderful Priest from when I was about 16, which was an unbelievable 20 years ago (told ya - number 14, here)
- Cards from an old boyfriend telling me he'd love me forever; I checked the dates - we already hated each other by the time he was writing those notes
- Birthday cards from everyone at the office throughout my entire career; I know, but I just love those
- A sympathy card from the branch from when my grandmother died, a week after I started my first banking job in 1993
By far the person I have the most letters from is my faithful, faithful, faithful mother. Telling me where she was having coffee, what she was planning for the week, what was going on in my hometown. Letters sent to me at college, in Portland, in Japan. How did she do that?
I'd forgotten how sassy my Aunt Peg was, how tiny my friend D can write, how tenderly my old friend Michael used to think of me (he was one of many that permanently stopped speaking to me when I stopped going to church), how hilarious my sister can be. And much more. What a pleasure to have all of this history. I admit to going through and putting them all in ziplock baggies in hopes of preserving them for another twenty years - at least.