sending out letters across the world to Queensland. America.Sydney. London.Poland. nothing ever comes back. Just the letters. Here are the strange stories. Of a man Sometimes amazing stories of co-incidence. named Theodore Krakouer who lived in Sydney In Victoria in the early twentieth century in the 1970s and who spent all of his money cousins met and married. Their names were on the costs involved in preserving his Theodore Krakouer and Brina O'Reilly. They parent's bodies in a funeral parlour. His married in 1928, on May 3.Theodore was the parents were Theodore and Brina, mark two. son of Abraham Krakouer, Theo and Brina's He was a firm believer in cryogenics: it was first-born. The first Jewish baby born in just that nobody else in Australia was Western Australia, according to the turned on by the idea or the cost. When he mythology (always highly suspect). Brina died, the money dried up and the two O'Reilly was Rachael Krakouer's daughter. long-deceased bodies had to go She left the Swan River Colony early and somewhere:into the ground or burned? The settled in Melbourne.I met her descendent custodian, the loving son, could feed his and found one of the few people with a habit, or faith, no longer. Those bodies genuine interest in the family, not just as were stored in the parlour for twenty years, a substitute for love or fame. or so the story goes. I can write a pretty good love letter. I know this because a collection was recently returned to me and, after the initial horror of seeing them sitting in the box alongside photographs and gifts returned unused, I read them. With the distance of a year or so, I could revisit my pleasure, go back to this time of love, past the anguish of the end of love.  Dear Darling  To My --  Hello my love   one of the letters that came back to me in my search through genealogical registers: researchers interested in Krakouer/Israel.