Every year, as I put away Christmas, I go through the Christmas cards and re-read the letters enclosed in them. This is the only communication I receive from several of these people, but I so appreciate the letters (unlike what the media makes us think about Christmas letters!) I love reading about friends’ families and finding out what they did this past year and what they plan for the new year. How else can we stay in touch?
When I was a child and complained about being bored, my Mom would suggest writing a letter—either that or some job I really didn’t want to do.
That suggestion to write a letter was a pretty good one. Who doesn’t like to get some “real mail” – not just junk mail – in the mailbox? And how else to get letters than to write them? At least that was the logic.
Yes, I know what they say about letter writing—that it’s a thing of the past, that in this digital age, it’s a waste of paper and time. I beg to differ!
I treasure the letters I received from my grandmothers and others who are now gone. Their encouragements, greetings, and stories bring a smile as I re-read them after so many years. And as anyone who has tried to research their family history knows, letters give a glimpse into our ancestors’ everyday lives.
So I forge ahead into the new year, once again resolving to write more letters. Even if I don’t hear back, I hope the lines in the cards will cheer someone up and brighten their day.
When was the last time you wrote a letter?
If you are looking for a blank note card with a handmade touch for your next letter, you can find several options at my Etsy shop, JeanWeaves.
Those cards are beautiful, Jean! The card serves as a little frame for the woven perfection! I admit to being pretty lax as a letter writer–it’s funny, as i’ve gotten older, with a little arthritis, and used the computer so much, my handwriting has gotten worse so it’s not such a simple thing to write!
I’m with you there–my handwriting can be rather “scratchy” if I’m not careful. It’s amazing to see, too, how it’s looking more and more like my Mother’s, whose handwriting became like her mother’s. How does that happen?