Imagine . . . on your fifteenth birthday your mother presents you with a rusted, dented metal box with the comment, “This will be your best birthday present.”
You are inclined to doubt it until you read the letters in the box. They are from your ancestors – your grandmother and her grandmother and her grandmother and so on back to London in 1668, when this tradition began.
As you read each letter you are transported to their times, their lives, and their customs – sometimes strange, sometimes romantic, always fascinating.
Now it’s your turn . . .