Our facsimile machine had an unexpected and wonderful bonus …
26 years ago, we didn’t have computers or cellphones and the only way to send instant messages was by fax. It was one of the first purchases we made after arriving in Montréal to communicate easily with our family in New Zealand.
Every week, I would write a letter back home to my parents, filling them in on our new life on the other side of the world.
Hannah was only five months old, so a good chunk of my faxes involved her milestones and accomplishments.
I don’t know why, but I kept all the letters that I sent. I have a stack of them, now neatly filed in a binder. As they’re the originals, they’ve not faded over the years. They’re in pristine condition.
The story of our early days, recorded and preserved.
