How long has it been since you received a hand-written letter in the mail? How long since you sent one?
I honestly can’t remember the last time I found a newsy, hand-written letter in my mailbox and I miss receiving them. To read words chosen carefully by someone who believes I am worth the time it took to gather the materials and to share their thoughts, while thinking of me with every loop in a word touches me like nothing else can.
Growing up I loved sending and receiving letters. I had pen pals in France and Spain and I wrote to friends in neighboring towns. The best part about writing everyone letters is that they almost always wrote me back and when I found one of their letters waiting for me in the mailbox, I couldn’t wait to tear open the envelope and read what they had written.
As soon as I could, I’d write my friends back, commenting on their news, and adding bits of pieces of my own to the thread of our ongoing conversations. There was nothing like savoring the delicious hand chosen and hand written news from a friend and knowing that they were looking forward to the same from me. I saved many of the letters from my friends so I could revisit them when I felt lonely, or re-read them and feel the presence of someone I missed as though they were right there with me.
These days it’s easier to hurriedly send an email or text than to sit down with pen and paper and hand write a letter. Don’t get me wrong, I love email and texting. They are quick and easy and allow me to stay connected with many people near and far. But, since I rarely keep emails, they are not the same as receiving hand written letters that can be kept as reminders of our connection.
Important pieces of our history, as a nation, as a modern civilization and as individuals are preserved in letters. They offer us glimpses into what others held important and how they were feeling as they steered their way through life. Without those letters we might never know the details of the human condition in times past.
With the loss of letter writing we are also losing big chunks of our personal history. Most of the ways in which we communicate with our modern technology are little more than blips across a lit screen. Without letters that can live on without us what will future generations learn about our time on this planet? How will they know what we valued, who we loved, how we navigated heart break, disappointment and how we celebrated the joys and triumphs of our lives?
So, I’m on a mission. I have made a vow to write one hand-written letter every week. That’s not a huge investment of time or effort and even at my busiest, is completely doable. I’ve been doing this for several weeks and everyone who has been a recipient has been touched by and appreciative of having once again received a hand-written message.
I know this because they emailed to tell me so.