The Christmas cards, also to my Aunt Rene were from my paternal and maternal grandparents. One has a picture of my Uncle John as a small child of about three.




My grandmother Jane, who we knew as Nana, wrote Aunt Rene to let her know that she an my mother were taking care of Uncle Frank's grave. He had but recently been drowned at sea, along with his brother Herbert. My mother would have been almost 15 at the time the letter was written.
These are the ties that bind people across the generations.
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