The Whispers of Memory: How a Signature Becomes a Keepsake You know, just the other day, I was having a bit of a rummage through an old biscuit tin – the kind your Nan used to keep all her bits and bobs in, usually filled with sewing notions instead of actual biscuits, which was always a slight disappointment when you were a bairn, wasn’t it? Well, this time, I found a stack of faded letters, tied with a ribbon that had seen better days. They were from my great-grandmother to my great-grandfather during the war, full of tiny, swirling script, each character a whisper from the past, a moment frozen in time. It got me thinking, as these things ...
