Blogging University – Day 5

Day 5 – Blogging University Challenge

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

Well, I will go off script just a bit for this challenge, because I did stumble across a letter once, just not on a path.  Some of you who follow my blog will remember this…

My boyfriend came home from an antique auction one day with a great 1920’s oak sewing desk.  Inside were all the old notions along with a beautifully scripted hand-written note.

The note was from Ethel to her mother and Ruth explaining how her summer in Grey’s Mills was going. The date on the letter was August 5, 1923.

I can hear the excitement in Ethel’s writing as she talks about an auto trip she took in Mrs. Duffy’s band new Chevrolet.  They drove six hundred miles in three days making their way up to Grand Falls on the St. John river where they spent some time, then drove down into Fort Fairfield, Maine through the eastern part of the state to Calais. They then crossed the St. Croix into St. Stephens and continued on to St. Andrews, a great summer resort for wealthy Americans and English, Ethel writes.

I imagine a fairly young woman who is staying with friends or family in this small community just up from St. John.  While she is obviously in New Brunswick, it is clear that she is writing to her family back in Boston.

Even though this was during the roaring twenties with prohibition and there were many difficulties during this time, Ethel writes with an innocent abandon.  She has so much hope and excitement.  Little does she know that in just six more years the Great Depression would begin and in less than ten years we would be pulled into the second world war.

I often wonder how Ethel handled these drastic changes and if she was able to keep her enthusiasm into her later years.  I hope so.  Though I can only imagine how hard it would have been.

I wish that I could find Ethel and return the note and ask her how her life was.  I can imagine a life filled with ups and downs.  Did she live in the city or move the country? Did she marry, have children?  Did she lose loved ones in the war?  I will likely never now.


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