November, 12, 1921

Oh my darling sister Nan,

Please tell me it is not so! Let Bonny help you. I shall pray for you! I am back in Ireland, staying with Mother. She is beside herself with worry but I am glad to hear you, yourself are not. How could you have hit your head. My dear, sit in the sun and life. You must be awfully pale! Are you still in that terrible New York. When you are well again well you must come back… promise me you shall! It is lonesome here now. Richard and I are no longer to be wed in the spring. We will wait for you. Well, I miss you more than I can say. Please dear, get well. I will wither without you here. Anyways, give love to Bonny. Mother sends hers. She would write you herself but, alas her arthritis is far to bad. She asked me to write one for her. I shall.

All my love,

Mildred

October, 9, 1921

Mildred,

Hello, again. I have not seen you in so many years! How are you?

I have written this with dreadful news. I fear I am going mad. Bonny, my good friend, is treating me, and staying with me in my apartment, though it is useless. I fell down the rabbit hole, like Alice. I fell and hit my head, now I can’t remember anything. I almost forgot why I was writing this- already! I don’t remember how or when it started. I don’t think it has been any more than two or three months. I feel different than I used to- I am so painfully confused, you see. Could you tell mother? I don’t know if she has heard, yet.

I might seem sane in this letter, but if you saw me, you would know I’m not. My hair is losing color, my fingers gnarled, and boney. My mind is slowly drifting away. Now you are not to worry, keep to yourself, and don’t bother coming to visit. Don’t let this letter ruin your spirit. I feel fine. In fact, I feel better than I have ever felt before. I can see things, crazy things, unimaginable things!

Farewell,

Your sister, Nan

December, 1, 1920

My dear Izzy,
Yes, it is called St. Cecilia's Boarding Academy! I have been so busy with my work that I couldn't reply. Tell Ronny that I miss her so. I hope you are doing wonderful!  I sure am. School is far better than I have imagined. I wish I could still have your Latin tutoring though. Yes, I have two good friends, Mickey and Amelia! But they are not nearly as good of a friend as you. I am sorry for the delay. I shall see you over Winter break. I am so excited.
All my love,
Emmy

May, 12, 1920

Dear Emmy,
Mother and Daddy said I could send a letter. How is school, what is it called again? Saint Cecilia's boarding Academy? I miss you dreadfully. Do you have any new friends? Me and Ronny have been going to the ice cream parlor. It is so terribly strange without you. Are you planning a visit soon? I sincerely hope so.
Good bye!
love, Izzy

September, 16th, 1920

Harold, you are a despicable man. And to think I ever loved you. I shall not send you your ring. I have thrown it in the Siene. Do not treat "Sarah" as you have treated me. I hope you do not return. No need to reply
Gwen

August, 2, 1920

 Gwen,
I wish you and your family well too. America is nice, I am extending my stay until next year, maybe I will come back in March… that is the next ship. I know that it will be very hard for you, but I will enjoy it and I shall want to continue living in a place where nothing ties me down. I wish you would be less controlling of me, I know we had a spring love. That is over now. I must confess my love for another… a beautiful one. I shall ask you to tell my Mama the news. Please send me my ring back, I need it for Sarah, my new and only love now. I hope you are not so delicate about this, I know you will be though. I really wish I had come to America earlier. It is wonderful. I hope you continue to live, I think it shall be a struggle. For you. I am okay with it and I am going to tell you to not worry about me.
All the best,
Harold
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Note: This was one of the saddest and worst letters we received.

July, 4, 1920

Harold…
I miss you as you are gone. How is America? I wish you were here. It has been near to unbearable. Paris is useless without you… even the canal lights have no meaning now. I cannot even imagine another summer without you. Rosie trys to cheer me, up but it is no good.
Mother is well again. I am glad of it. I was fearing for my sanity… I wish you could come and visit us. Or even better move back, right now. I am counting the days till September. Well… how are you? How is that 4th of July, are there fireworks? I hate those things. Mother tells me to tell you that we all miss you. I am having to go now. Rosie is calling for a supper. Have a safe journey,
I love you,
Gweneth
P.S. When you return we shall go dancing, a new bar opened up by the Cafe'.
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Note: This is the first letter we ever received. We will not be adding real last names.