The letter was marked number 66/41/C/8504 and mixed in with the correspondence of someone else. This was the only reason her name had survived the purging of her family when they sought to scour all trace of her from their history.
Wincing at the creak of old paper straining beneath the pull of modern fingers, Anna unfolded the letter.
“To my dearest Father, I am sorry…”
The rest is faint, the ink is much older than Anna and almost lost to time’s fading. She wonders if whoever wrote it can see someone has found her words and is finally listening.
Back in Shrewsbury our archives are right next to the library and for me the two sites share so many similarities that one always makes me think of the other.
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I think the prospect of history purge is so bleak.. I’m glad that there is someone listening…There is some real hope at the end of your story.
It’s somewhat based on my dissertation research so far.
Ah.. mine was spent in front of the computer.. but that was many years ago.
I’m stuck in the archives going through old letters and even translating French sometimes.
Carol, Your description is so good I can see it happening. Much writing and many books have been destroyed but the love of reading continues and books and letters survive. Well written. — Susan
Thank you Susan. I’m glad you could pull such a vivid image from my writing.
Dear Carol,
I like to think that they do, don’t you? Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Indeed. I’m currently going through a collection of letters my Thomas Hill for my history dissertation and hoping they will shed some light on the mystery that is his sister. Old letters are fantastic portals into the past.
I loved the concept of old paper ‘creaking and straining against the pull of modern fingers’. Nice one.
I’m glad you think so. Going through old letters at the archives for my dissertation has given me a lot of experience with terrifying moments when you think the page may not stand any more unfolding.
A nice story, one can only hope not to fall into oblivion.
Let’s hope not. Thank you for your comment.
I wonder what she was sorry for and it’s a shame her father never got her apology. Well written. This could the the seed for a bigger story.
I wouldn’t be so sure. It could be that the letter is taken from a collection of letters he kept and were later donated into an archive by a family member.
That’s lovely. Will the same heritage exist now that everything is digital?
I’m not sure, they will certainly be differences but some people still keep journals and write letters. More may survive longer even with digital copies often facing the wear of time better than pieces of paper in someone’s garage or attic.
Great take.
Thank you.
“Wincing at the creak of old paper straining beneath the pull of modern fingers…”: How wonderfully put!
A thoughtful write. 🙂
-HA
I’m glad you think so. It wasn’t the story I started writing but it’s what came out in the end.
This seems fascinating to me.
It is! I love reading old letters, though you find ‘the’ is replace with ye a lot which can be confusing and some short hands leave a lot of head scratching to cope with.
That connection we feel with people long gone when we hold a piece of the past in our hands is beautifully captured in your story.
Good luck with your dissertation – it sounds very interesting
Thank you, I’ve been debating doing a series of posts about it but I’m still on the fence somewhat. It’s been lovely to hear that so many people feel the same way when presented with the chance to read someone else’s words from a hundred or so years ago.
A series of posts sounds interesting
I love that a clerical error has saved some of her history. The idea of purging someone from history is quite chilling.
It is, but historians have a tendency to deny the purgers their goal and dig even deeper into those who have been shadowed in the past.
I love the underlying story here, against backdrop of someone trying to erase her from history. Very enjoyable
Thank you. 😀 And thank you for taking the time to have a scroll through some of my other stories.
Your welcome
I can only imagine that this is how so many people who have been oppressed and disseminated feel. Well done!
Indeed. Thank you for the comment.
I connected so strongly with your character here. Whenever I’m in museums, or looking at old photos or artefacts, I’m thinking exactly that – I wish this person could know that here I am, noticing them, and appreciating that they were once alive. I get overwhelmed with the sadness that lives once lived so richly are now gone, and the only evidence left is this or that little snippet of history. Sorry for gushing – your story got to me.
It’s sort of nice to hear that my writing can evoke such emotions or memories of those emotions. It’s also lovely to hear about someone taking such an intrest in history and those who lived it.
The fingers of the past reaching into the present – lovely story. I, too, very much liked the “straining beneath the pull of modern fingers” line. 🙂
It seems to have been a popular line. 😀 Thanks for commenting.
A nicely crafted piece with some beautiful lines. You have set the bar very high for everyone else to follow. 🙂
That’s very kind of you to say.
You left me frustrated. I want to know why the entire family was purged! Nicely done-I liked it.
Loved the entire concept. The fragile old papers, creaking, to be handled with care, and then the last sentence. Superb! Love for books, reading continues to live on, always 🙂
I love the thought of creaking old paper. I fear this pleasure will be a thing of the past soon – few are taught cursive writing so in a few years, no one will be able to read it! So sad. Well done.
I love reading old letters. They give us a snapshot of the times. A cousin gave me a stack that my grandfather had written and mailed home from California around 1912. Nothing earth-shattering in the text, but a glimpse into what life was like for an 18 yr. old a thousand miles from home.
That’s facinating. You’ll also find they would make a brilliant study for a microhistory. Where was home?