Day Thirteen

The ceiling was ripped out this morning and the following curiosities fluttered down; a letter sent from Coatesville to a town whose name I can't make out date marked 1955. This is a wonderful find, but I do need someone to decipher it for me. I wonder how much of the correspondence we send by email will flutter down from an attic in 60 years time?; and three coffee tin lids - interesting - why does anyone keep three coffee tin lids?