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.

Here we have next installment of Mabel’s lengthy letter to Eliza of recent events with her and Alec in the UK. After reuniting with Bell family friends in Scotland, the newlyweds propose renting a cottage along the coast.

Hotel Douglas
Aberdeen Sunday Sept 23rd

My dear Mrs. Bell

…We reached Edinburgh Tuesday night at ten and Alec went out at once to look at your old home. Next morning he took me there and we went in the house and all over your apartments into Mr. Bells little study, the school room, upstairs into the nursery and into your bedroom. The rooms are now owned by a Mr. James Wilson who however we did not see. Alec says the whole house was much changed for the worse. After going through the house we drove down Georges St– and then down Princes St– to the High School. It was vacation time, but an educational meeting was going on and Alec thought he recognized some of the faces. Up Calten Hill when it rained, shone and rained again so we hurried down again and to the Old Town and Holyrood Palace, and all through Queen Mary’s Apartments. I think them uncomfortably small and few for a Queen. We drove to the Castle saw some more tight rooms of the Queens the Regalia and Moms Meg — and after that were very willing to drive home to dinner. After dinner came Miss Sumach Miss Roussy, Mr. and Mrs. Ross and about eleven Mr. Archibald Bell. Alec thinks Mr. Ross quite unchanged and his wife quite stout. Mr. Archibald Bell and Alec have arranged to go to St. Andrews together to hunt up old family histories. Saturday morning your old friend Mr. Bass called. He was struck by parali on our Wedding day. He is much better now and is able to walk about without the help of a stick though his whole left side was affected. Mr. Bass said even his speech suffered but Alec did not notice anything. We left Edinburgh at one Saturday, Mr Mac coming to the depot with us. We stayed over one train at Stirling and had a look at the Castle and wonderful panorama spreading out around it. We reached this place at half after ten last night. Alec lectures on the 25th before the Social Science Congress here under the same terms as at Castle. After the 25th. our plan is to go up to Banff and to “rough it” for a time in some little sea coast village. We have made all sorts of wild plans as to how we shall live. We propose laying in a store of preserved meat — but — have they any here? and intend to catch and cook our fish ourselves — but — here comes the great difficulty — neither one of us ever did any cooking ourselves or saw it done. Alec appears to think it a very simple operation, “Why can’t you fry it?” well I have a misty idea that fish have to be opened and carefully cleaned first and I am sure we don’t know exactly what cleaning means. Then bed making and dish washing, would Alec do that? I am not very strong now and can’t. Can you tell us what to do?

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.

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