My dad's father died when I was just two years old. I have no memory of him and really don't remember much about him as a person. While sorting through Mom's things after her death Charlotte found this letter written from him to my grandmother who was in the hospital in Provo or Salt Lake. He tells about Manti, his work as a lawyer and is tender in his care of her. We were surprised to see that he signed the letter "Eddie" since neither of us had ever heard anything but his given name Edwin Adam Britsch. It was fun to glimpse into the past and "know" him a bit better.
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