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It is probably becoming very clear that my mom loved to save every scrap of memorabilia from her life. It is no surprise that she was in her heyday when letter-writing was much more commonplace than it is now. My box contains packet after packet of letters like this one. And this one...

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The interesting thing is how mundane and kind of boring these letters are. I thought I would get drawn into them, and not be able to stop reading, but it was typical for them to be like a phone conversation is nowadays, what you've been up to, the trivial things that occupy your days, who stopped by, etc. But I am envious of those days. I can't remember the last time I wrote an actual letter. It is all email and phone conversations that leave little or not tangible trace. There is something so satisfying about a bundle of letters tied up with a string. Its kind of a shame that practice is passing.

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The letters in my box are similar. The funny thing for me is that I can hear Gramma's verbal mannerisms in all of them, particularly all the puns. They are constant and numerous, in every line of every letter I read, and it makes me wonder how much of that came through to the people reading her letters.

How interesting, I need to go back and read some and imagine her speaking the lines. So would you say they were good puns or awful ones? Do you find her humor funny, or is it more composed for the letter recipient in particular?

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