In our world of electronic and digital communications, one wonders what evidence of our day-to-day lives will exist for our descendants in the next century. Modern technology has given us the ability to be in almost constant touch with one another. But, will our emails and texts still exist a hundred years from now? For decades, letter writing was often an everyday occurrence for most people. Keeping in touch meant sitting down with pen and paper. Receiving a letter was often an exciting event, especially from someone miles away. And, for many, including Alexander Graham Bell and his family, these letters were something to be kept, not simply discarded once read. The Bells were profuse writers and as a result, their story can be told today through thousands of letters.

Born in Scotland in 1847, Alexander Graham Bell lived a unique life. Influenced by his father, Melville, a professor of elocution, and his deaf mother, Eliza; the loss of his brothers, Melville and Edward, to Consumption; and marriage to his deaf pupil, Mabel Hubbard, Bell left a legacy to the world that few could imagine living without. How this came to pass is best revealed through the letters between these individuals. Here, we present those letters to you.

With Christmas near, Eliza penned this letter to her son, still hoping that he and Mabel would make it home to Brantford for the holidays. Of note was the death of Mabel’s grandmother, Mrs. McCurdy. With Alec and Mabel in England, they would not make it home for either Christmas or Mrs. McCurdy’s funeral.

Box 518 P.O Brantford Ont Can
Home Dec 17th/77

My dear Alec

We have to acknowledge a copy of the “Boston Times”, a rather “Fun”-ny publication, and also a card announcing the death of Mrs. Hubbard’s Mother. I suppose Mrs. McCurdy has long been an invalid, and therefore her decease will not have been unexpected to her friends.

Was she very aged? Give our kind regards and sympathy to Mrs. Hubbard. I do not know if this event will make any alteration in the plans of your friends or of your own; we may hear from you in the course of a week.

Christmas is very near now. It wants only a week and will not be like Christmas if you are away. The family are all to meet at our house, including Charley, Lillie, her husband, and Carrie’s household. I hope the weather will be a little milder, for just now it is excessively cold, and has been for some days, several degrees below Zero at night and a little above during the day. We are however thank God, all well, and much warmer than our friends in Town, who do not know how to keep themselves comfortable. I feel fidgety about you and hope you have sufficient warm clothing.

Mary heard yesterday from her old servant Susan, dated 28th of November, and she mentioned having seen your Uncle Edward on the 23rd. Thought him so like Uncle James that she would have known him anywhere. Frances was not with him. You will probably hear soon, the above is all we know of his movements. Yesterday we received an invitation to a party, or ball (printed on common brown paper) given by some of the Brantford gentlemen, called a “hard time party”. Plain and economical dresses are recommended, and express wagons and wheelbarrows are to be in attendance! I fancy there are to be a series of parties. Several matters have been mentioned both by Papa and me that we wished you to answer, but you have taken no notice of them. All join in love to you and Mabel.

Your affectionate Mother
EG Bell

(Monday) I have detained this till today, thinking there might be a note from you detailing your plans, but there was none. The weather is still fearfully cold, and the papers give accounts of storms and unusual cold all over Canada. There were no telegraphic items from the States, so we cannot tell if a similar state of the atmosphere prevails there.
Whenever you travel take especial care and run no risks. Wherever you are at Christmas, we hope it will be a happy one. We hope Mrs. Hubbard is well, and that Gertrude has benefitted by her trip. Give our love to Mabel and say how much we enjoyed reading her letters.
The funeral of Mrs. McCurdy has of course taken place by this time. Once more adieu. I shall not write again till after I have heard from you, not knowing where you may be next week. We have never had so many fowls frozen before, as during the last week.
EGB

The Bell Letters are annotated by Brian Wood, Curator, Bell Homestead National Historic Site.

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In our world of electronic and digital communications, one wonders what evidence of our day-to-day lives will exist for our descendants in the next century. Modern technology has given us the ability to be in almost constant touch with one another. But, will our emails and texts still exist a hundred years from now? For decades, letter writing was often an everyday occurrence for most people. Keeping in touch meant sitting down with pen and paper. Receiving a letter was often an exciting event, especially from someone miles away. And, for many, including Alexander Graham Bell and his family, these letters were something to be kept, not simply discarded once read. The Bells were profuse writers and as a result, their story can be told today through thousands of letters.

Born in Scotland in 1847, Alexander Graham Bell lived a unique life. Influenced by his father, Melville, a professor of elocution, and his deaf mother, Eliza; the loss of his brothers, Melville and Edward, to Consumption; and marriage to his deaf pupil, Mabel Hubbard, Bell left a legacy to the world that few could imagine living without. How this came to pass is best revealed through the letters between these individuals. Here, we present those letters to you.

With Christmas near, Eliza penned........

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