For the correspondence enthusiast // Your best guess appreciated.

I sent a letter to a pen pal yesterday with a old receipt enclosed. The patron had purchased a few dozen eggs, I believe.
I asked my pen pal if she was anything like me and was fascinated by how things used to be done.  A large 5x7 piece of paper with lovely font and handwritten items penned. All for some eggs.
In a increasingly paperless world, I revel in finding things like that.  At the very least,  to appreciate the "old days".  Maybe wish for them to return {though I doubt they ever will}?

My brother purchased me a large pack of vintage ephemera, for Christmas.  It had so many surprising and unique scraps, pictures and paper. Some old magazine inserts, letters and game pieces.  I hope to share more of them, soon.

The most mysterious of them all was a Western Union Telegram, sent on July 13th, 1958.  Over 50 years old, it came to me brown, thin and on the verge of ripping. This piece, amongst the several hundred other pieces, was my instant favorite and for good reason.
Firstly, I love the raised words, as they must have been glued down, once typed out.  They are crooked.  Dark ink and uneven.

Secondly, I like the idea of how much effort had to be put into sending correspondence. Without the use of cell phones or internet, people had to wait to hear from others.  I'm sure the anticipation made hearing from someone much sweeter {sidenote: Can you send telegrams anymore? Shouldn't I know this?  Do you?}.

I think the most endearing part about this simple telegram is that we will never know the "what", "who" or "why". As you can see, Kay was wishing Mr. Frizzle {what a name!} good tidings and love, on what seems to be a nerve-wracking day for him.

I began to write a story in my mind, trying to fill in blanks with the limited information I had.

Who is Don Frizzle and how is he related to Kay? Were they two adults that spent their childhoods on the same street, riding bikes and playing jax?  Were their families good friends or perhaps they were high-school sweethearts?  Cross-continental love birds?  Cousins?

And what was Don Frizzle doing on July 13th, 1958, that had him so worried?  Was he taking some kind of exam or leaving for a far away destination?

These are the things I wish I knew but I never will.
Much like I know so little about most of the things I collect. That must be why I continue.  Making up stories to go along with relics is certainly entertaining and perhaps the volumes I write in my mind are the most important word I could write, on the subject.


So, do you have a theory on the details of Kay and Mr. Frizzle?  I would love to hear it.

1 comment:

  1. Oh my gosh I am just in love with things of the past. What a super cool gift. Btw thanks for blogging about the letter writing alliance. I joined and applied for a pen pal :)

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