A Life in Letters

There is something about sharing tidbits with family and friends in one’s own handwriting that is above dashing something off electronically. The coffee ring left on the page, an enclosed picture or recipe and even the unique stamp all let someone know they are worth the extra time.

When I moved away for school, handwritten letters—and all the photos, artwork and articles they contained—became my lifeline to my family and friends. I’d call occasionally, but that was expensive.

Recently, I went through a box of letters from family and friends that I’d saved dating back over 40 years. Rereading them brought wonderful memories. Many of the letter writers have passed away, yet when I hold their tales in my hand, I feel I am sharing their air one more time.

Advice is rampant in the saved correspondence. Some guidance relates to being a good student; other advice covers the best sewing machines (along with patterns and fabric swatches) or how to raise a garden (seeds included).

There are encouraging words from my brother during a difficult season in his own life and crumbling newspaper clippings of an uncle’s accomplishments. Finding a copy of Grandma’s cranberry salad recipe was the end of a decadelong search.

Nowadays, my mailbox doesn’t get as many letters as it once did. When I do receive a note, it is as exciting as when I first moved away. I’ve learned the value of homegrown words from family and friends. They kept me going during difficult days, grounded and refreshed me.

LOU SHELDON BORGER, TEXAS