A Love Affair with Letters

Photo Credit: AusPost Ad Campaign

I’ve always loved letters; real ones of course, on real paper written with a real pen. As a child I had various pen pals. We used to send each other stickers and cheap necklaces, cramming as much into the envelope as we could, anticipating the day when the reply would arrive; a treasure in the mailbox.

In high school, my friends and I used to write each other letters; copious sheets of A4 note paper, containing secrets about boys and folded into tiny packages to be passed discreetly beneath desks.

As email rose to power the traditional letter gradually faded like a flower, and I would hardly know how long it’s been since I received one, that is, until last night.

Church was about to start when a long-time friend of mine handed me an envelope. Accustomed to receiving various birthday invites at church, I quickly opened it, only to discover two sheets of lined paper torn out of a notebook, covered with hand written words. Even before I read it I was touched. After I read it, I was speechless. This friend had taken the time out to write me a letter of encouragement; telling me that she was thinking of me and of ways in which I had inspired and encouraged her, and she’d done it, quite intentionally, by hand.

I was reminded, once again of the beauty of this almost-lost art.

This week, why not encourage someone with a hand written letter? I’m going to.

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18 comments on “A Love Affair with Letters

  1. Kristy Reid says:

    He he! When I think of all the time (and crap) I spent writing letters in high school I wonder how I passed!!! Plus, now I feel so lame cos they all probably went along the lines of “bla bla bla, triple h, bla bla bla”. Those were definitely the days!!!

  2. daniellajoe says:

    I love beautiful stationary and elegant pens too 🙂

    • sarsrose says:

      Yes! I used to have quite a collection of it. Sadly I hoarded a lot of the prettier ones to use on a ‘really special occasion’ and then never did. Best just to use it up I think!

  3. vonhonnauldt says:

    Great post! We have more means of communication than ever and probably less meaningful communication that ever.

  4. journeyofjoy says:

    My sentiments exactly!!

    Lord Byron~ “Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company”

  5. This is such a fabulous idea! I think I will write a letter to my friend out of state (instead of email her like usual). There’s nothing better than getting a card or letter in the mail amidst all the junk mail. 🙂

  6. Where did you get that picture? I’ve never seen anything like that. I use to write letter all the time when I was in the service–during the Viet Nam war. I did it mainly so I could get mail back. Then I continued writing for a while in college. But it seems like it’s been years since I wrote a letter. Ya I think it’s a good practice. It’s more personal.

    • sarsrose says:

      Isn’t it brilliant! It is from an advertising campaign by Australia Post, trying to encourage people to send more letters I guess!
      Wow, Vietnam, that must have been a rough time! I guess letters would have been a bit of a life line to the outside world then. Mail is so important for our service men and women!

  7. juliasarahelizabeth says:

    Reblogged this on Julie's Spoonful of Sugar and commented:
    I feel exactly the same way.

  8. JC says:

    Totally love this post! When I was in high school I had several pen pals in the USA, Africa and Trinidad. I loved getting mail, especially when it was ‘thick’ with pictures 🙂
    I guess that’s a thing of history now and we have e-pals 😦
    Blessings
    JC

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