War-Time Letters Received by Recipients After 70 Years

The letters, written by Lawrence Price and his brother in London during World War II, were intended for their mother and grandmother in Fredericton Junction.

Fast forward to 70 years after, the letters turned up in a crate in a Boston estate sale. Muriel Mackenzie only discovered the letters after buying the crate. She wanted to give the letters to their rightful owners, but unfortunately, she died before finding them. Before she passed away, she asked her sister, Fern Jordan, to find the owners of the letters.

'I looked, and I tried, but I never could find the people there were meant for.' The letters were addressed to Edward D. Price.

'It was letters of a fella writing home to his mother and his grandmother,' said Jordan.

'He didn't write too much about the war, probably because he wasn't allowed to. But about the countryside and his trips to see friends.'

Jordan describes that the letters were written in very thin paper. 'They were very, very nice and you could tell they meant a lot, a son writing his mother,' said Jordan. 'But they were very precious.'

Jordan finally told her granddaughter the story about the letters, and it took Facebook to solve the mystery. Natasha Craig took photos of the letters and posted it on her Facebook account asking people if they have any information regarding the letter owners.

'She told me [about] their letters, and I've been trying to find the owners for years and I said, "Facebook would find the owners of these letters. Someone would know somebody,"' she said.

Less than 24 hours with hundreds of shares from random strangers, Craig was able to locate the last living descendants of the original owners of the letters. Charlie Price and Lawrence Price were contacted by Jordan and Craig and the arrangements were made.

More than 70 years since the letters were written, they are now in the hands of the Price family in Quispamsis.

'It's nice to see them and have them,' said Charlie Price. 'And know that these are letters from a different time and a different period that my father wrote.'