There’s something so magical about a letter,

especially a handwritten one.

Back in the day, rather, the days before e-mail, texting, or messaging of any sort, I used to send a lot of letters, and get a lot of letters in return. If I’d known how rare they’d become I’d have kept more of them. The ones I have are a chance assortment of cards I liked, notes that got “filed” in an odd place, only to show up years later, or a few, very few, that really meant something to me.

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Dave & Laurie’s daughter is a sophomore in college now

Friends used to send pictures, too, of their weddings, babies, families as they grew. Some still do. My friend Melanie sends wonderful cards every year of her, her husband Tim and their children, Alec & Amelie. This despite the fact she posts regularly on Facebook. I’ve kept them all.

In fact, while I may have lost the letters, I’ve kept most of the pictures. It doesn’t matter how many you post, because those are fluid and no one saves them, really. It’s the hard copies that end up in photo albums you’ll treasure for the rest of your life.

Or not. There are some pictures that mean nothing to me now. I’m not even sure who everyone is, let alone what they may doing today, and I’m not particularly interested in finding out. Oh well.

But the letters.

Most of those I have were written right after college, and they’re filled with hope and optimism, fear and anticipation, not the weariness that comes after illness and divorce, the death of a child or the loss of a spouse. Parents are gone now or needing care, jobs can be fleeting.

Of course there are grandchildren and a million other successes, unique to the individual, that we celebrate, but so rarely with letters anymore. I love that I have easy access to my long-time friends through the Internet, but I regret that all of that communication is so easily disposed of when we empty the trash in our e-mail. I don’t even think to save it, let alone the pictures that show up on Facebook or Instagram.

I bemoan the fact that so many schools are no longer teaching cursive writing. It seems foolish to lose that part of our culture, to tell our children it doesn’t matter.

I’ve moved a lot in my life; I’ve lived in at least five different states, and I expect I’ll move again at some point. I’m always fascinated by the places by friends choose to live, and wonder what drew them there. What have their lives become, day to day? Despite the easy access to quick messages today, or perhaps because of the very nature of those messages, they were more likely to tell me that sort of detail in letters.

And while I say more when I type and possibly say it more eloquently, there’s something to be said for a handwritten note or letter. I bemoan the fact that so many schools are no longer teaching cursive writing. It seems foolish to lose that part of our culture, to tell our children it doesn’t matter.

Handwriting works magic

with a special part of your brain. You remember things you write down far better than you remember things you type. Your handwritten thoughts tend to be different then your typewritten ideas.

I write like a left-handed person, but with my right hand, so I always end up with ink on the side of my hand if I write for any length of time. That used to bother me, now it’s a point of pride.

Obviously, I can’t dispute the value of typing. But must we completely give up handwritten letters, or even simple notes with birthday cards?

You used to express who you were in part through the stationary and cards you chose. If you wrote a lot of letters, you got the stationary that had a front sheet, matching sheets (because your letters were too long for one page) and of course, matching lined envelopes.

Perhaps it’s my love of writing that makes me sentimental. If you want to give me the perfect gift for Christmas, a nice pen will do, and maybe…a letter.


 

12 Comments on “a little ink on my hands

  1. I so much agree with your post. I was appalled when I heard that the schools were no longer going to teach cursive writing.

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  2. Other than Christmas cards I don’t see any handwriting…aside from my own, that is. I do write myself daily notes and keep an awful lot of paper and pens in circulation even in this digital age. Loved this post…imagining it hand-written…

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    • I recently typed out a note to a friend, and then thought, what am I doing? and handwrote the whole thing instead. My only regret was all I had was computer paper. I think I have stationary, or at least cards, somewhere, but I have no idea where.

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  3. I really enjoy handwritten notes, as well. I only have one from my cousin who lives states away. She wrote to me about 10 years ago.
    Oh and it’s a shame about the cursive writing!!!! I was fortunate enough to learn it, but my brother who is only 2 years younger wasn’t taught!
    I’m finally starting to consistently write in my journal! Typing is so much easier and faster, but I think this journal will be super special later on 🙂

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    • I can’t deny typing is easier and faster, and for that reason I write more when I type. But I do find the thoughts that come out in my handwritten notes, such as those in my journals, are different, oftentimes more introspective and revealing. I think you’re right, your journal will be “super special” later on — at different points in your life it will mean different things. You’ll probably be surprised both at how wise and how young you were! 🙂

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  4. I like a good “old-fashioned” handwritten letter too. I still send paper birthday cards with special notes on the blank side. It probably is our love of writing that makes this special.

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