Over the years, Curtiss H. Andersson sent many letters and essays to my maternal grandparents. My grandfather, in the last year of his life, gave me a big accordion folder full of these letters and essays. My grandfather was proud to have been friends with Anderson, proud of his friend's accomplishments as a writer. This folder was full of letters jotted on the back of retirement home cafeteria menus, essays scrawled on binder paper--but there were clippings in there, too, of articles published in magazines and newspapers. I guess my grandfather gave me the folder because I was a writer. Maybe also because Anderson had been in the Signal Corps in World War II and I was interested in World War II cryptography.
Later, I typed some of the essays up and posted them online: