I went out to the mailbox yesterday and tucked in with the immediately to be recycled junk mail was a hand addressed letter. I opened it wondering what I might find and it was a real letter. This full page missive from my uncle in Florida was a wonderful treat and had me smiling the rest of the day.
I like to write letters, but don’t do so very often now. I did more when I was younger; my grandparents and other family would send letters periodically and then there were also friends who lived far away with whom I could correspond. Also, as I remember it, Pen Pals were all the rage in the 80’s. I know I had at least one Pen Pal in school and I think one that I found on my own. My connection with them was short lived, however, and I doubt if a single letter remains in my memory box as a reminder. Continue reading “The Lost Art of Letter Writing”