Lost Letters

One time when I was up in the attic, this must have been after I had left the Midwest for California — indeed after my mother had moved to the house — and I can’t picture why I was up there, I saw boxes of old letters that family members, principally my grandmother had saved over the years. These had been kept in the envelopes they came in and as I was interested in the stamps I asked my mother if I could detach the stamps. She assented.

Now that I have disposed of all my stamp collection (as of March 2005) they are now all gone. I regret now that I did not save the letters, as I recall I left them in a disorderly pile in the attic. The letters would be of much more interest to me at this stage of my life. But now they are all gone (though I still have those from a collection that uncle Carl left behind when he moved to Madrid which I still have to peruse in detail). When will I ever get around to that project?