I had an interesting day yesterday. I was helping my Mum to rearrange some stuff in her cupboards, to make things that she uses a lot more easily accessible. In one cupboard was a bag of cards, which included her engagement and wedding day cards, from nearly 60 years ago, as well as cards sent to her and my dad when I was born. Lots of them. I couldn't resist going through them all, one by one (which made the job a very long one!!), but it was wonderful to see cards written by aunts and uncles, grannies and cousins, long dead, who I have never known, except as names on my tree. It's so easy to forget that they were ALL real people, with real lives, not just names, dates and occupations on a census, or certificate, and seeing their handwriting, on those old cards, really brought that home to me.
And, yes, we did get those cupboards rearranged. Eventually!