A letter written to my mother, Thérèse, and her sister, Celine in late 1934 by their uncle Achilles Therrien, from New York to Thetford Mines. In it he gives a shout out to the entire family – Adrien, Paul, Maurice, Denis – to everyone except for Françoise, who was not born yet.
My mother was 8 at the time and already under her Uncle’s magic spell. He’s writing from New York, where he is running his parish in what is today known as the Village.
Thanks to JF Doyon for scanning this into a very high res tiff. I’m still experimenting.