“Am coming home to dream sweet dreams of you. love (and how) Walt”

When my grandmother died after a long illness, her home was emptied before being put up for sale. These love letters were found under her dressing table in an unassuming box. No one had known about them. Letter after letter - from New York, Boston, Danbury, New Milford - written during their courtship in 1927. I never knew my grandfather, a hatter, an avid golfer and sports fan, to be emotional - but these love letters sure were. They were married until death parted them.