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Those of you who have followed my blog for the last year have seen my occasional references to mail, letter writing, cards, and stationary. I have a great love for all of those things. In fact, the day the United State Postal Office closes may be one of the worst days of my life. I may need some therapy if that should ever happen.
I love e-mail and text messages. I love technology. However, when is the last time you got an e-mail that read like a letter? It's been a long time since I've gotten one. In fact, I think the only time I get an e-mail that is more than 5 sentences long is during the holiday season when everyone thinks I care what their family did in the last year. Those summaries are long and arduous to read. They are antithesis of a true letter.
When I was in pre-school, great attention was paid to the art of letter writing. You were to address it as "Dear So and So". (We didn't need to use To Whom it May Concern or other salutations because we only wrote to family. In fact the one time I hand wrote the President of the United States I addressed it Dear Mr. President. I hope he felt honored to fall into my familial greeting!) Then, you were taught to properly indent your first paragraph and to structure your letters so they read pleasantly without too much rambling. Finally, you were taught the different sign-offs and whom you should use them for. I was never comfortable with the word "Love", even at a young age I realized it was a loaded word. I only ever used "Love" with my parents. I have continued searching for out of the ordinary appropriate signs off my whole life. I once had a professor who signed his notes and e-mails with "Be Well". I absolutely adored that sign off but it was his, and though I use it occasionally it's not my sign off. After all of this education in letter writing we, as young children, were prepared to dash off grammatically incorrect letters to our loved ones. I know my younger brother who is now, almost 18 also got some letter writing education but he never wrote letters. I often wonder how children of today are taught about letter writing?
Are they being taught to write letters in computer class with text editing programs? Is someone standing over their penmanship exercises and helping them perfect it? Somehow, I doubt that. All those years I fought with teachers to write in block letters were successful and as we progressed through the grades cursive was left behind. Ironically, my better hand writing today is in cursive and it is the easier style for my hand to write in. Sadly, many people struggle to read cursive today. So I print my letters by hand. My print letters are atrocious but at least no one wonders what I wrote. Where will we be as a society if we let cursive and letter writing go the way of the type-writer, used by an eccentric few and hated by most? Letter writing leaves a legacy that e-mail cannot match. I suppose blogs are the new electronic legacy, but they don't hold the nostalgia for me, that pen and paper do.
I found this video on TED and it touched me to the deepest part of my core. I feel the same way she does. I am utterly fascinated by the letters of my grandparents and parents. They are a legacy, a glimpse into their everyday thoughts and worries that would never have been voiced to me.


