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Dear Uncle Cedric,
Thank you again for the odd little incense burner. It shall reside on my upper shelf, and occasionally perfume the atmosphere of my lodgings.
I have no great news of import to impart to you in this dispatch, having conveyed most of the events of my life during your recent visit. As that may be I still take pen in hand and write to you. Perhaps the minutia of my life shall provide a little distraction and diversion from yours.
I returned home the other day to find the house in an extreme state of cleanliness. My Housemate (Mr. A---, whom you should recall) had hired the services of a cleaning lady. Now, mind you, the pair of us did not keep a truly dirty household, but being both bachelors our dwelling had fallen well below the standards of the gentler sex. Our own housekeeping skills could keep it relatively neat and orderly (not unlike a stall or two of the Aegean Stables), but it took the supreme efforts of this very industrious lady to put it in a properly clean and tidy state. We look upon it as Spring-Cleaning come a little early.
I do wish to tell of an unusual piece that came through my employment a while back. A cased Pocket watch, with the French origination papers dating 1885. The fitted velvet lined case was walnut with an ivory escutcheon and gold key. The Watch it self a marvel of the Maker’s Art! The main spring was sheared unfortunately. Upon opening the back to inspect the Works, I immediately noticed two small curved rods (each to a side of the case) attached on only one end. As well as a lever on the side of the watchcase, too large to be a setting actuator. An inquiry to the owner and he proudly pressed it down (about ½ inch total travel) and released. The sound of chimes then emanated from the timepiece! The rods were the sounding chimes! Depressing the lever wound a secondary spring and powered two small strikers. A wondrous piece indeed.
An Anniversary occurred this week. One that stirs the Great Ache in my heart and reminds me of a more distant but still poignant event. I had hoped that time would have eased and tempered the pain, but to no avail. The one, who understood it all, was too deep in their own pain to sooth or even comprehend mine. As it was- I tempered their pain and they left with their heart eased a little. The Great Ache remains, perhaps it will ease abit by next year.
I have enclosed a few things to remind you of Home: a bit of crewelwork from Aunt Venisha, and a jar of quince marmalade.
As always I remain,
Your Loyal Nephew,
Tuan.
Thank you again for the odd little incense burner. It shall reside on my upper shelf, and occasionally perfume the atmosphere of my lodgings.
I have no great news of import to impart to you in this dispatch, having conveyed most of the events of my life during your recent visit. As that may be I still take pen in hand and write to you. Perhaps the minutia of my life shall provide a little distraction and diversion from yours.
I returned home the other day to find the house in an extreme state of cleanliness. My Housemate (Mr. A---, whom you should recall) had hired the services of a cleaning lady. Now, mind you, the pair of us did not keep a truly dirty household, but being both bachelors our dwelling had fallen well below the standards of the gentler sex. Our own housekeeping skills could keep it relatively neat and orderly (not unlike a stall or two of the Aegean Stables), but it took the supreme efforts of this very industrious lady to put it in a properly clean and tidy state. We look upon it as Spring-Cleaning come a little early.
I do wish to tell of an unusual piece that came through my employment a while back. A cased Pocket watch, with the French origination papers dating 1885. The fitted velvet lined case was walnut with an ivory escutcheon and gold key. The Watch it self a marvel of the Maker’s Art! The main spring was sheared unfortunately. Upon opening the back to inspect the Works, I immediately noticed two small curved rods (each to a side of the case) attached on only one end. As well as a lever on the side of the watchcase, too large to be a setting actuator. An inquiry to the owner and he proudly pressed it down (about ½ inch total travel) and released. The sound of chimes then emanated from the timepiece! The rods were the sounding chimes! Depressing the lever wound a secondary spring and powered two small strikers. A wondrous piece indeed.
An Anniversary occurred this week. One that stirs the Great Ache in my heart and reminds me of a more distant but still poignant event. I had hoped that time would have eased and tempered the pain, but to no avail. The one, who understood it all, was too deep in their own pain to sooth or even comprehend mine. As it was- I tempered their pain and they left with their heart eased a little. The Great Ache remains, perhaps it will ease abit by next year.
I have enclosed a few things to remind you of Home: a bit of crewelwork from Aunt Venisha, and a jar of quince marmalade.
As always I remain,
Your Loyal Nephew,
Tuan.