Around this house you never know what 'treasures' lurk in hidden corners or old suitcases.
I've noticed this great old suitcase for years....I always thought it was empty.
Today I looked inside.
It is full of old letters and postcards.....all the mail that Paul ever sent to his Mother and Father.
Rose saved them all and in chronological order.
The letter above was written by Paul when he was a sophomore at Stanford.
The Paris postcard was sent in 1957....I think it's so interesting....especially the part about the
rock being thrown at the Mona Lisa.....