HANDWRITTEN

There is so much I love about the technology of instant communication.  Yet, I still miss the handwritten letters people used to exchange with one another. I get so excited when I  receive a letter from a friend or family member. I love seeing their handwriting and knowing their touch was on the message. The loss of handwritten communication is hard for someone like me. I have saved letters and cards since I was about seven years old. I have considered every piece of personal mail a treasure. Sometimes I look through old birthday cards just to read what my grandparents wrote to me so long ago. I can still feel the enormity of their love in their written birthday messages. And then there are the encouraging notes from my mom and mother-in-law during the tough years of being a young mother. The postcard pictured at the top was written by my great Uncle Joe to his sister, my grandmother, during  the first World War. To just hold this card, that was sent from France in the middle of a world war, is to hold a piece of history. It is to hold a piece of timeless love of a young soldier for his family.  Even more significant is that Joe was born in Portugal but didn't hesitate to fight for his newly adopted country. So much meaning and love found in written letters like this will be lost to the future generations because correspondence is now stored somewhere in internet data heaven- never to be held or read again.  The fine nuances of handwritten conversations will be forever lost. I think this is just sad.

BTW *tongue in cheek use of text jargon *  I miss postscripts.

PS: write back soon.