This little purse was my most prized possession when I was a little girl. I remember playing with it a lot. I was heartbroken when the one strand of beads came off; I don't remember if Mother had me put it away at that time. I was told that Aunt Rose had sent it, but I don't recall that I ever knew that it had been Grandmother Louise's. So the letter from Aunt Rose telling about that brought tears to the surface when Ann read it to me. It is another remarkable connectiobn to a sweet grandmother.