How many of you remember life before the internet? Before email and smartphones and texting? Back in those dark ages, people wrote letters. Remember the song “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah”? About the kid at camp? Yeah. That one. I wrote home every other day from camp.
Remember Pen Pals? I had one in England and one in the Netherlands. And a couple here in the US. In college, I wrote home. And my dad wrote me. Long, newsy letters on both sides. Even after I got married, and the birth of computers and the beginnings of email, I wrote letters.
What brought this up? A comment from one of my oldest friends several years ago. “No one writes letters anymore. Real letters on paper and mailed in envelopes with stamps.” I was thinking about her this week. I…uhm…*hangs head*…I forgot her birthday. I had the card bought. I had reminders on my phone, my electronic calendar, and even my wall calendar that’s paper and everything. But I still managed to NOT sign the card, stick a quick note in it, address the envelope and mail it out in time to get there for her special day. Yeah, I’m the worst friend ever. I know.
So I thought about what I could do to make it up to her. And I decided to write her a letter. A real letter. On paper. Not typed. Handwritten. She may hate me for that. My handwriting sucks, but there ya go. I’m going to fill up a couple of pages with things going on in my life, my thoughts on being our age, and the changes in the world around us. I’m going to rediscover the art of letter writing. And you know what? I think I’m going to enjoy it.
When was the last time you wrote a “real” letter–with words spelled out fully, on paper, with a pen (or a pencil), in your own handwriting? If it’s been awhile, you might consider writing one to an old friend. Just because.
And because I’m evil. Here. Have Allen Sherman singing his hit song from 1963.