In 1988 Sister turned 21 and Mother bought her a marquesite? watch for $180 and the cake for her birthday party cost $70.
Somewhat related to Cro's recent post, an aerogram. Mother is a good speller, and I don't know why she continually spells address wrongly. Maybe there is some history to the spelling of address. Wal is my late father. Hew was staying with us while he underwent cancer treatment at a large metropolitan hospital. This written above the usual greeting salutations grabbed my attention.
I just loved Vienna, and so it seems did Sister. You've never had apple strudel until you have had it in Vienna with vanilla sauce, aka a thin custard. What happened in Romania in 1991? Was that when Ceausescu was killed? Or the orphanage scandal? Were Romanians revolting? Joan Kirner was a former Victorian State Premier.
Mother redecorated Sister's bedroom while Sister was swanning about Europe. I am amused about the falling books.
Yes, all that history has been shredded. Mother wrote honest and personal letters to me and us and no doubt there was something in them that would have offended, hurt or embarrassed all family members. They are goned.