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I grip the sides of my narrow wooden-slatted seat on the second floor of a glossy cream-and-red tram. A bell jingles — and we’re off, gliding between the tram tracks. I feel like we’ve meandered over a hundred years back in time, as we rumble toward the old Victorian schoolhouse at Beamish, an amazing open-air museum about half an hour’s drive from Gateshead, where different aspects of Victorian and Edwardian England come to life.
This time machine is spinning out of controooool! We're travelling so fast that my stomach is lurching and my head is whirling and shaking and the air in front of me is like a huge swirling blur. The Locometer is spinning and spinning and spinning. Where in the world am I being taken today? Mommmmmmy!
For thousands of years, letters have been the way to communicate messages to near and far. Letters were bundled together with elastic bands, and stored in drawers and under mattresses, to be taken out, reread, and cherished — a documentation of each family’s personal history.