Now that we can text and e-mail “thank you”, “happy birthday”, and “I love you”, do you think the art of the handwritten letter is history?
Three of my Georgia peaches were out visiting a few weeks ago.
And, let me tell you. One of ‘em right now is sittin’ at home saying, “Oh, I can’t believe she chose THIS picture.” All save Kate. She only checks her e-mail once a year. All of this to say (and throw in their picture that they’ve been begging me to post) that we had this exact conversation. No, no. Not about what pictures flatter and which ones add ten pounds. We all know that the camera adds at least that. We talked about the joys of receiving a handwritten letter.
But, here is the thing. I have saved most of the letters written to me since I was sporting the converse high tops in the 7th grade. I have saved very few letters sent via the internet gods. Only in the past year, have I created web folders for these attempts at the human touch.
I’m not pointing fingers. I love the ease and use of typing then pressing “send.” But, when I received Jennifer’s handwritten note card in the mail upon her return to G-Town, I suddenly remembered why this lost art is so special. (Now, Sharon and Kate are scrounging for their stationary.)
As far as thank you notes go, I always try to handwrite every one. I even made Anna sign her name on thank your cards for her recent birthday gifts. I have the feeling I took the “JOY” right out of the “ART” with my obsession on her starting her “A” far enough to the left as to leave room for the “N”, “N”, and “A”. Blessed be the name. No pun intended.
Do you still send handwritten letters?
Do you still have old letters sent to you from your younger years?
(Necessary Note: Bonnie Spencer, your posted picture is coming soon. And, yes. I still have all of your letters.)