The Handwritten Past

My Grandpa lives in a little brick house in a small town in Kansas. Just outside of town is the land where his grandfather first built a Kansas homestead. Grandpa has driven us grandkids around on those dirt roads in Kansas and showed us that old homestead. On that homestead lay the ruins of the old dugout home. There stands the two remaining walls of the old stone house, a record of the hand-built past. There lays the grave where our ancestors’ little boy lies buried, a monument to how difficult those first years on the prairie were for them. In addition to the stories and the land, there are boxes of old things in my Grandpa’s attic. Grandpa’s attic holds letters my ancestors wrote and objects they held, records of their handwritten past.

Nothing immerses you into a time past quite like a handwritten letter. You hold the same paper the writer and the receiver held in their own hands. You see the same ink the writer’s pen touched onto the page. The flow of the ink captures the age of the writer and the emotion with which they addressed their recipient. The topics discussed are family and friends and places that existed at the time of the writing, but do not exist in the same form now. Reading the letter is like being transported back in time. The tangible object connects you to their handwritten past.

The letter in this picture is one of my favorite letters from my Grandpa’s attic. Multiple family members wrote on these pages in 1879 in Ohio to their family in Kansas. They wrote on two sheets of foolscap, a type of paper around the same size as today’s “legal-size” paper. They took turns writing on it, squeezing their messages into every square inch of the paper, writing upside down and in all the margins. A Cleveland newspaper reported that a huge cyclone, or tornado, had gone right through Kansas. The Ohio family had worried about their family for days before finally receiving a letter that they were all right. They promptly wrote this letter in return.

Here are a few voices from the letter:

Dear Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins:

How are you all prospering by this time? We received your letter and was real glad to hear from you. We had not heard for so long that we did not know but something had happened to you. That must have been a hard storm you had out there. We had heard of it through the Cleveland paper.  We are glad to hear that you are all well.

[From Lovina “Vina” Matilda Washburn, schoolteacher, age 22]

Dear Nettie [Helena Annette Gile, age 13],

How did you come to get a toad into a bottle. I would like to see it. Are you afraid of snakes? I think I should be. Christies  school is out now and I expect we will have high times for a while he is as full of his fun. I am much obliged to you for for that card I think it is real pretty, and have put it in the parlor on the shelf. Please write soon.

With love, from Vina

Dear Uncle Newell, Aunt Carrie, Cousins Nettie & Johnnie,

We were all very much relieved to hear from you after the tornado. You had a very narrow escape didn’t you. I do hope we won’t have any such storms out here. I had thought of writing to you to find out whether you were all alive or not, but didn’t know but you might have been whirled entirely out of that county or somewhere else so thot I would wait a little. Uncle Nute you shan’t say we don’t answer your letters for we do and you ain’t a going to be allowed to “hide you light under a bushel,” or your “talent in the earth”, for any such season. So just speak right out with your pen on the next sheet of foolscap  you can get hold of and tell us all the sublimity, beauty, tragedy and comedy of the storm. You know very well all these elements are combined in anything so great as that cyclone. And an eye witness who is not suffering particularly from it effects has time to note down a few items.

[From Sarah Melissa Washburn, a schoolteacher, age 20]

It’s artifacts like this, and the crumbling walls of the old limestone house, and the stories my grandpa shared about my ancestors, that made me excited about my family history from a young age. It’s things like this that motivated me to study family history in college, and devote much of my life to becoming an expert on doing research on my own and other’s genealogy. I am writing this blog to share these stories and this knowledge with you, because by sharing, we can learn more and feel more connected to our ancestors and to this their handwritten past.

Your Handwritten Past

Ready to start exploring your own ancestors’ stories? Read the following articles about connecting with your handwritten past:

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• 3 Ways to Preserve Old Family Artifacts
• Why You Should Share Your Family History Online
• Finding Families in Testate and Intestate Probate Records