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  • Not a letter appears to have been thrown out in the entire house for at least a century. My mother and I even located love letters written between my great-great-grandparents during the mid-19th century. Aunt Gussie, and perhaps even my great-grandparents, appear to have had a fear of letting go and, as a result, the current generation is left with an enormous library of family correspondence, rich in detail about everyday life, their opinions, and interrelationships.

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