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When my maternal Grandmother passed away in 1999, we went up to her house to clean up her things. Inside her writing desk, in a fat manila envelope were these words, scrawled in the handwriting of her old age: “Letters from Izzy.”

Inside were 22 letters and a postcard I'd sent her between 1988 and 1998. I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw them. I began to cry before I even opened the envelope. I loved seeing her handwriting of my name and I was so touched that she had saved the letters I had written her. It was like she was giving me one last hug. I count that envelope and its contents among my greatest treasures. I love touching what she touched and holding what she held. I love imagine thinking what she thought as she read the everyday life of her oldest grandchild. I miss my Grandma.

I made the mailbox embellie by roughly sketching out a post and cutting it from cardboard. I covered it with white crackle paint, then roughed it up with some distress ink, then added a sticker vine and bling. I pop-dotted the mailbox, and added an altered red chipboard letter “F” to make the raised mailbox flag.

I took a photo of the letters she'd saved and used that as the cover for a pocket, which I stitched on. Poking out of the pocket are photocopies, reduced in size, of three of the letters, dated 1988, 1995 and 1997.

The large V at the top is meant to simulate an envelope flap. It turned out to be the perfect place to journal. The journaling says: When my Grandma died in 1999, I found a wonderful treasure among her belongings: she had saved my letters.

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