To a Fine Boy
A stash of birthday cards and letters I received as a child was recently uncovered. Two things immediately struck me. My grandparents wrote long letters that serve as incredibly charming time capsules. One details her health- "feel fine only tired at times- don't cough any more." Another notes that "some newly weds have moved in Mrs. Wilson's house & we have neighbors on the west- a pair of brown thrushes have built a nest in the bitter sweet bush just out side the window by the kitchen stove..." The other revelation is the outdated style of the store-bought cards. Do these color schemes even exist in 2010? Once a "fine boy," today I feel like a sepia-toned antique.