“Sending a hand written letter is becoming such an anomaly. It’s disappearing. My mom is the only one who still writes me letters. And there’s something visceral about opening a letter – I see her on the page. I see her in her handwriting.”
Progress is a wonderful thing, but it also causes the demise of many practices that will remain only as treasured memories. It’s true that communication today is instantaneous whereby you can speak to others on the other side of the world, or send an email which wings it’s way across the continents in a matter of minutes. The ping that heralds the arrival of an email in your inbox does not however equate to the joy of receiving a handwritten letter. I remember the excitement of going to the letterbox as a kid to see what treasures the postman had delivered. People have been exchanging letters for nearly all of history and the joy of giving and receiving mail endures, however escalating postal prices and a lazy society are all contributing factors to its probable death. Letters are keepsakes unlike the typical email or text which quickly get deleted to free up space.
Tracey and I shared a beautiful letter exchange in our childhood and today, over 45 years later we still have some of those cherished letters, a wonderful keepsake of our special friendship. It’s a funny thing reading what a much younger you writes in her teens, a reminder of what was important to me then, and how much I have grown and changed over the ensuing years.
Mail certainly has my stamp of approval!
” Technological progress is like a axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.”