This candle is an ode to vintage love— the kind my grandparents had in 1942, with handwritten letters from young lovers separated by war. The pictures of handwritten letters above are pictures of the letters my DeDe and Papa wrote to each other every night by candle light.
We don’t have the perspective of war anymore— its generations removed. The sense that at any moment, our first love could be taken from us. We don’t have the urgency, the clarity, the romance. But my grandmother did. An adult child of the great depression, my grandpa left at 20 to fight in World War 2, leaving her pregnant with their first daughter. They had a once in a lifetime kind of love– dancing in the kitchen, fresh flowers always on the table, long good-byes. And when Papa was fighting...they wrote letters every day.
Forget the apps and the options and sliding into DMs. I want a love letter. Something I can hold with my hands.
