I found a letter tonight. It was in a box with an odd assortment of things.
It was a letter that my grandpa had written to his sister after the unexpected birth of twin daughters.
In 1927 it cost $56.00 to have twins at Butterworth Hospital.
They WERE after all, only 'expecting' to have one baby.
The second twin, my mom, was named for the compassionate night nurse who was also a friend of my grandpa's sister.
This is my grandpa and his beloved sister, Grace.
Here he is holding my grandma's purse on a park bench in Florida.