During a recent visit, my mother brought me a postcard that had been sent to my great grandmother. What an amazing thing, not only because it belonged to my great grandmother but because it’s such a rare item. Dare I say that the chances are slim that the younger generation will ever recieve or send one. Letter writing has become a lost art or perhaps it’s the lost art of communication.
We live in an instant world. Messages are sent instantly. First, we replaced letters with email. Soon my inbox was filled with not letters but ads and spam. When a friend did email me, it had degraded to some sort of GIF which amounted to SPAM instead of real communication. The phone call was replaced by texts which became shorter and shorter with time until it became a series of abbreviations.
Social media was supposed to save us but even that became reduced to what amounts to puckered lipped selfies, political debate, venting and “all about me” blurbs. And, with the hundreds of “friends” I have on FB, I actually enjoy the most real communication within my blogging community right here.
I’ve been thinking about the last time I opened my mailbox and found a handwritten letter. It felt like christmas and I treasured it! The thought that someone took the time to sit down and personally pen a letter was overwhelming and precious.
Too, although my handwriting looks like I do it with my feet since hand surgery, I’d like to start a revival of letter writing. If you’d like to recieve a letter, email your name, address and blog site to me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Finally, I’ll leave you with this song, Please Mr Postman – The Marvelettes https://youtu.be/dcLbS0yxzdk
Always With Love – Laura