03/06/2026
A letter from 1926. Just a few lines describing a boy named Harold Hatfield.
Not brilliant. Not remarkable. Just steady. Nervous. Trying his best.
Nearly a century later, this fragile piece of ephemera is all that’s left to tell us he was here.
Part of my growing Ephemera Collection, where forgotten papers, letters, photographs, and documents reveal the stories of ordinary people time almost erased.
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