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Love letter

On, May 6, 1919, at 11PM, my grandmother wrote a love letter in English to her fiancée — my grandfather. It seems from the letter they were apart for a short time due to a family obligation.

Armenian was their primary language, but my grandparents corresponded in English and French. This is the only letter in English, a couple more I have are in French.

Suppose she had thrown away it away — “decluttered” it. (Gasp.) She would have only been my grandmother to me. This is an extraordinary glimpse into her life as a young woman in love. The passion she feels for her soon-to-be husband is obvious.

Love letter


“I can never forget your sweet eyes full of red blood fibres when you are too excited or extremely sorry, isn’t it so sweetest? . . . . I thought of you . . . . of two day’s absence, things which made me think over, especially having your eyes before me, oh your eyes! eyes!!”

“ … when will the time come when we will shall never be separated from each other. I am alone tonight, alone. I will not feel your breathing and charming body …”


I found the letter among some photographs and other keepsakes in a box after her death at 92.

Part of the envelope is missing, and the paper yellowed, but it’s a treasure. A family heirloom. I’m sharing this post on May 6, 2019, exactly one hundred years later. My grandmother saved her love letter. Likely she read it from time to time, and remembered that sweet time in her life.

A little background

My grandmother graduated college and was a teacher when she met my grandfather. She spoke several languages by that time. My grandfather also spoke a few languages (self taught) and was in the export/import business. They married on October 13, 1919 and raised two daughters. Their marriage enjoyed periods of prosperity, endured financial hardship, and also political hostility. Until my grandfather’s death in 1959. (I never knew him.)

In closing

“Goodnight dearest, thousand kisses — wherever you want to place them.”


Love letter

What we save now, is all we will ever save.

And I’ll say it again, as I did in this post — keep sentimental items. Cherish them. Please don’t throw these types of things away! Love letters and yes, less glamorous items. Correspondence, mail, report cards, SAT scores, even. Some may be embarrassing and cringeworthy, but keep them anyway. Especially now that these items are becoming rare in the digital world. It’s not like you can save a text, random e-mails, or information on some website.

Hang on to what tangible treasures you can find. Pass them along. Let your children and grandchildren get to know you after you’re gone.

Don’t “Kon Mari” that s#*t!

And that concludes today’s public service announcement.



8 thoughts on “Love letter

  1. What a keepsake. And a lovely post. Old photos are wonderful but old letters feel much more intimate. She once held the paper you hold. And so did your grandfather. You never met him but your fingerprints are mixed together now. A miracle of you really stop to consider.

    1. A miracle, indeed, in so many ways. I must try and read the french letters now! Thanks for visiting, Mithra!

    1. Irreplaceable is right! It only takes a minute to make the wrong decision and throw something out. Thanks so much for visiting, Marcia.

  2. You are such a special person to happen upon by accident on the Internet. I had commented on your studio last year because I love all the same things you do and still do not want to part with anything. Learning that the schools will no longer teach children how to write in cursive upset me so much. Who wants a love letter printed or typed or an email?

    Your artwork is so pretty, and I think I bought the book last year and gave it to my daughter who takes care of me. She is a vegetarian so since she moved in with me 6 yrs ago I have become one.

    Stay safe and well, and do not change. You are lovely just as you are.

    1. Thank you so much for your comment, Marian. I couldn’t agree more that many of the older pleasures and ways of life will be missed, particularly by future generations. Sad, really. It brings me so much joy that you enjoy my work!

      Best, Ani

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