In my Fiber Group last night we showed our "word" themed pieces. Mary had a special piece that enthralled us all.Somehow she and her husband ended up with an old old house in Port Allen, just across the Mississippi River from Baton Rouge, LA. The city was going to demolish it.
In the attic she found a stack of letters dating from the 1930's. They are between a husband and wife talking about their life in their respective places at that point in their lives. He must have been in the Army. His name was Robert Scott, she called him Scotty. Her name was Locha and she was a teacher. They were African Americans.
Her way of writing is lilting and poetic, his was eloquent and emotional. And the letters are so fragile now.She has tried to find the family, but was only able to find that one of the children ended up somewhere in California. Meanwhile, she is a wonderful custodian of their words.
As always, you can click on the photos to make them larger.
Enjoy some words from the distant past!
