A few years ago, I stumÂbled upon a nevÂer-sent letÂter writÂten to a friend when we were both in colÂlege. The conÂtents weren’t heavy. DisÂorÂgaÂniÂzaÂtion is the most likeÂly explaÂnaÂtion for why it nevÂer went in the mail. I cracked the enveÂlope and had a look.
It was a time capÂsule, for sure, a cringe-inducÂing one. It wasÂn’t so much the life I was reportÂing on as how I framed it, self-aggranÂdizeÂment strainÂing to pass as nonÂchaÂlance. ForÂtuÂnateÂly, an artist acquainÂtance hapÂpened to be runÂning a project— send her your shredÂdÂaÂble docÂuÂments, and evenÂtuÂalÂly, she’d send you a few sheets of handÂmade paper in which your mulched data minÂgled with that of othÂers. TruÂly a beauÂtiÂful way to disÂpose of the eviÂdence.
But what hapÂpens when neiÂther the writer, nor the intendÂed recipÂiÂent, is the findÂer of the lost letÂter? In FebÂruÂary 2013, some mail postÂed by Lt. Joseph O. Matthews, a solÂdier staÂtioned at a milÂiÂtary trainÂing facilÂiÂty in JackÂsonville, North CarÂoliÂna, found its way to Abbi JacobÂson, an actress (and colÂorÂing book author!) rentÂing an apartÂment on MacÂDouÂgal Street in New York City. Addressed to Matthew’s wife, the canÂcelÂlaÂtion mark was datÂed DecemÂber 2, 1944.
JacobÂson opened the letÂter, the conÂdiÂtion of the enveÂlope havÂing sugÂgestÂed that she would not be the first to breach its conÂtents durÂing the 69 years it had spent wanÂderÂing in the wilderÂness. The words inside were romanÂtic, a young offiÂcer informÂing the bride he’d left back home that he’d soon be shipÂping out to OkiÂnawa. Eager to pull an AmĂ©lie by reunitÂing the letÂter with those to whom it would mean the most, JacobÂson enlistÂed the help of her friend, docÂuÂmenÂtary filmÂmakÂer Todd Bieber. TogethÂer they searched records at City Hall, lookÂing for clues. When that approach proved fruitÂless, they creÂatÂed the Lost LetÂter Project, a web porÂtal that invitÂed the pubÂlic to join in the search.
An avalanche of tweets, FaceÂbook updates, and human interÂest pieces ensued. In no time at all, they had their man, or rather his descenÂdants, Lt. Matthews havÂing passed away in 1999, crushÂing JacobÂson’s dreams of hand delivÂerÂing the letÂter to “a litÂtle old man and a litÂtle old lady.” (I’m willÂing to bet JacobÂson will one day wish there was a giant blender capaÂble of turnÂing digÂiÂtal stateÂments like how cute would that be, my god, right? I love old peoÂple into handÂmade paper.)
Bieber’s video reveals what became of Lt. Matthews and his wife. Even more interÂestÂing is how the letÂter resÂonates with his grown chilÂdren, parÂticÂuÂlarÂly a cerÂtain theÂoÂlogÂiÂcal refÂerÂence at odds with the man they thought they knew.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
In TouchÂing Video, Artist MariÂna Abramović & ForÂmer Lover Ulay Reunite After 22 Years Apart
“NothÂing Good Gets Away”: John SteinÂbeck Offers Love Advice in a LetÂter to His Son (1958)
Stephen King Writes A LetÂter to His 16-Year-Old Self: “Stay Away from RecreÂationÂal Drugs”
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