In the “stories” I was reading, the characters were the Sandersons, my mother’s family. Unlike the Campbells, who left a rich visual record of their time on earth, the Sandersons wrote down their experiences. I had known that some letters existed - my mother had made cracks about the less than passionate love letters between…

I am the keeper of the boxes.  I embrace being the family historian, but I am overwhelmed by it at the same time. It’s a roll I came to naturally. I spent my childhood digging alongside my father, an amateur archaeologist who was intrigued by most things historical. I was also the kid who would…