August 12, 2011
The Lost Art of Letter Writing
I realized how dependant I've become on emailing or texting when I received my sister's letter. It felt odd to actually read a letter from a loved one, which she actually wrote, and not stare at a computer screen. It felt like a work of art. Of course, the information was no longer as immediate as in an email, but there was a timeless quality. I imagined her sitting at her home in Southern Illinois, or perhaps in the library where she often spends time, composing her letter. After reading the handwritten letter, I wanted to save her letter unlike the emails I hit discard button on within moments after receiving. My sister wrote about simple things, a neighbor giving her peppers and tomatoes from his garden, the hot summer weather, a friend's illness. The real stuff of life. Nothing sensational, but important just the same. Here is a photo taken of me and my sister oh just a few days ago. Not really. Seeing this photo makes me realize it's been far too long since I last visited.
As writers, we are hooked to our computers. Paper and pen has been tossed aside for tapping on a keyboard. We've lost the art of letter writing. There doesn't feel as if there is enough time to sit and write with a pen. We lose something in our rush rush. There is something about seeing someones handwriting that makes them feel closer, more personal. Knowing someone took the time to actually sit and write a letter and then mail it feels like a holiday, unlike all the other days, special.
Still, I am blogging now and not writing an actual letter, but maybe one of these days I'll scrounge around and find some paper and actually sit down and write someone. It's a simple act, but special all the same. A gift. Along with her letter my sister tucked in an old photo of my mom and grandpa taken in 1929 or so. My sister sends the best letters.