Letter of the Week
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My first memory of a tornado was somewhere around seven or eight years old. I was at Grandma Margie’s house playing. Throughout my childhood, I spent as much time at my grandmother’s house as my parents would allow. She was my favorite person. I remember it was bright in the house and then it wasn’t,…
About the Archivist
This is a curated selection of letters that left a mark on the world, on someone’s life, or just in the margins of time.
Each is transcribed with care and respect for the medium that first carried it: the typewritten page.
