A round three decades ago, give or take a year here or there, little Tracey Hassell sat at the desk in her bedroom in Adelaide, Australia, head bent and sock-clad feet swinging, writing another letter to her nana. At first glance, there was nothing particularly profound in this, or any of her letters. “They were not very interesting,” Hassell recalls. “Results of netball games and a summary of birthday presents, mostly. But my parents always encouraged me to write to Nana because she lived a long way away from us, and was very deaf.”
It wasn’t until years later, after her nana had passed away and while helping to sort through her things, that Hassell understood the true value of what she had given her grandmother when she penned those…
