Guess what I got in the mail the other day.
A letter!
Not a request for money, or a bill, or news about the latest
health publication.
It was an honest to goodness letter, hand written, from a
friend!
Do you realize how seldom this happens anymore?
I remember when that used to be the only way, besides the
telephone, friends could stay in touch.
It was an economical way of keeping friendships alive, of letting your
friends and relatives know about special events…weddings, graduations, births…or
of encouraging fellowship by inviting them to a party.
It was economical in that the post office would deliver
these missives for the grand total of three cents, if you licked the flap and
sealed the envelope. If you just tucked
the envelope flap inside and did not seal the envelope, the cost was one
cent. Mail was delivered by an honest to
goodness mailman who walked his beat—not once, but twice a day!
Letter writing takes practice to become an art. When we were kids and had to write thank you
notes for gifts, along with grumbling and complaining, we made them as brief as
possible. They would be printed in
pencil on a thank you card given to us by our mother and go something like this:
Thank you for the gift (sometimes we even named what it
was.). As we got a little older, we
would add the name of the gift and say that “It was very kind of you” or even “I
shall enjoy using it.”
Usually our
mothers would address the card, stamp it, and make sure it got in the mail—either
by sticking it under the corner of the mail box on our porch for the mailman to
pick up, or by sending us to the “mail box” that was not too far away. This box not only held letters we wanted sent
out, but also the mail to be delivered to our area. That way, the walking mailman could refill his
bag and not have to carry all the letters the total distance of his local.
For those of us starting out writing “newsy” letters to
friends or relatives who lived away, our early letters usually went something
like:
“Hi. How are
you? I am doing fine. What is your new school like? Do you have a football team? Write soon.”
There were several different scenarios that could take place here. Such as we would ask what our friend had done
that summer, or if he/she had read any new books, or that you had heard they
had gotten a new pet and asked how it was doing.
One day it occurred to me, if I was asking all these
questions because I really wanted to know what was going on in my friend’s
life, then perhaps she wanted to know what was going on in mine. That was when my letter writing changed.
I filled the pages with what I had been doing—making a new
outfit, what had happened in school, reading a new book, telling about the
playground parade, or how sunburned I got swimming at the park. I would share about the sock hop after the
basketball game, or how the ice skating on our local dam was. My writing size was small to middling, so it
took a lot of writing to fill up a page or two, front and back.
The letters I would get back still asked a lot of questions
about what I was doing and said very little about their life, but eventually
their letters started to get more informative.
One of the people I used to love writing to was Jerry’s Aunt
Bonita. I have often felt sorry for her,
having to read my epistles! When they
visited us once, Aunt Bonita and I went grocery shopping. She spent time explaining to me how to know
when oranges were ripe—the fact that the skin was stretched making the natural
pits in it more smoothed out. Also, you
could tell how juicy they were by whether they were soft of hard when slightly
squeezed.
I just had to write to her and tell her all about my
shopping expedition to the grocery store, how I had followed her advice, and
how the oranges I had picked out were so sweet and juicy. With some additional “news” about what was
happening, I think that letter was something like thirteen pages long! I do not remember if it was thirteen pages,
numbering each page or numbering the pages front and back, but still, that was
a lot of reading for that poor lady!
But I think it was writing all those long letters that got
me interested in writing stories.
I didn’t use to understand my mother’s excitement at
Christmas time when the cards started coming with letters tucked inside. Who cared about the letters? It was the card that was so pretty. Of course, things change in value as we get
older, and those letters have become very special to me, too. So often we are caught up in our lives that
we do not have time to share our joys and daily happenings with friends and
relatives. These little missives at that
special time of year catch us up and keep us in touch.
Yes, we can keep in touch with the telephone now. In my younger days, people could not afford
making calls outside their local calling areas.
Long distance added up to an unexpectedly large phone bill!
That is one thing that is so nice about today’s cell phones—unlimited
calling. Of course, our monthly bills
are paying for the privilege, but it sounds good, anyway! The thing that is exceptional are the “face
time” calls we can now make. Jerry and I
are currently living in Pennsylvania, but we can not only keep in touch with
our families in Alabama and Florida by quick calls on the phone but also with
our “face time” calls. It is nice to be
able to keep abreast of the growth and development of our great granddaughter,
or share some of the sights of trips to Disney, or see the engagement ring of
our granddaughter!
Besides E-mail, other social media are avenues of
communication available today like Face Book, and Twittering. Some of the social media is sorely abused, as
is cell phoning and texting. Things that
are better said in private, if they need said at all, are blazoned across the
atmosphere without a moment’s thought of appropriateness as to what is being
broadcast or even of the place it is being spilled into. Frankly, I don’t appreciate hearing about
last night’s conquest when I am stuck in a slow moving aisle at the grocery
store! Stranger or not, good manners
used to keep some things private.
Yes, things change and move ahead. But there is just something about a
handwritten letter…
When was the last time you either received a letter from—or better
yet, wrote one to—a friend?