Is the art of let­ter writ­ing and card send­ing be­com­ing ex­tinct?

The Compass - - OPINION -

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.

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