I had a really good time last night. Odd thing was, I was all by myself. Now before you let your imagination run away with yourself, I should clarify something. I was in my dining room, writing a letter to an old friend.
When is the last time you wrote a letter? And I don’t mean one the kind you write to the complaint department, either. I mean the nice long handwritten letter to someone you love. The kind you write on real stationery. Remember that stuff?
Does anyone have time anymore to write letters? Well, maybe we should start making time.
As a child I loved to write, and had many pen pals over the years. I first began writing letters to my cousin Mary in Chicago. My family is originally from Chicago, and I was the only one actually born here in Stevens Point, and many of my cousins and their parents still reside in the Chicago area.
I used to enjoy writing to my aunt regularly, until she passed away. It’s been years, and I still miss writing to her. These days, my cousins and I only exchange a few comments in a Christmas card, because we are all grown up now with grown-up lives and responsibilities that keep us way too busy.
When I was a young girl of about 11 or so, some of the girls’ magazines I read had pen pal clubs, and I would gladly sign up to have the chance to write to someone far away. Those only lasted a few years though, until high school became a major influence in our lives.