Is the art of letter writing and card sending becoming extinct?
The written word is hardly used these days, which is a sad thing to me. After working for a greeting card company for the past 25 years, I automatically send cards for almost each and every occasion and sometimes just because I was thinking of that person at a given time.
I recently received a little note in the mail from my sweet twoyear-old niece and I was so p l eased to receive it. With the price of stamps going up and most people using ecards, I fear this will be a thing of the past.
Mo s t people, including myself, can’t even properly write anymore . I had to write hand written essays for a course I’m doing and my hand hurt afterwards from not writing in long periods. I also discovered that instead of “write” I actually “prite” — a word made up by my boss for when one mixes writing with printing. With all the texting and tweeting these days, people abbreviate wherever they can, leaving so much room for spelling errors in future.
I treasure letters written to me by my family, especially a letter from my maternal grandmother while she was in hospital before she passed away. I love re-reading them years and decades later, especially the letters from my childhood. My paternal grandmother gave me the fountain ink pen that my grandfather used to write letters to her from when he was working away in Labrador. I would love to have one of those letters, but I treasure the pen just as much.
A friend from home had recently posted a sweet request for her ill aunt. Her aunt, who was suf fering from cancer, had mentioned to her that she misses receiving letters and mail addressed to her. Her niece sent an email to all her social media friends saying she wasn’t looking for any donations, just a joke or some sort of little uplifting snippet to enclose in the card or letter addressed in her aunt’s name.
You didn’t have to say your name if you didn’t personally know her, just that you were a friend of the family. Her dear aunt has recently passed away but I trust that the mail she received had brought her much joy in her last days.
I’ve been told I’m old school because I still like to write letters and send cards, but I don’t mind because I treasure those letters and I believe that my family members will one day, too.
I treasure letters written to me by my family, especially a letter from my maternal grandmother while she was in hospital before she passed away. I love rereading them years and decades later, especially the letters from my childhood.
— Submitted by Celeste Delaney-Loughrey, a former resident of Northern Bay. She now resides in Ajax, Ont.