Blog Post: The Lost Art of Letter Writing

So I am sitting here with a stack of thank you cards in front of me, because I still believe in them.

Unfortunately, it would appear that many others have decided that they are for the birds.

We had someone graduate in our family last weekend, and because I knew she was going to be going on a long plane ride after her graduation I offered her some of my thank you cards to take with her on the trip. It made perfect sense to me; she had all that time to kill on the plane. I pictured her writing beautiful touching personal notes to everyone about her recent graduation. When I handed her the cards, she looked at me with her pretty bright eyes and gave me a look that could only mean “are you out of your gourd?”

This is not her fault, because in an age where we can text, Facetime, Facebook or tweet, we basically never have to pick up a pen and write a personal note. I feel sad about this. Letters are little time capsules that can hold the most precious of memories. A thank you card that I can hold in my hand and read again and again holds more weight with me than a text that says "THNX"

I have letters that my mother wrote to me over the years. I can almost hear my mom’s voice coming through the pages. Do any of you have letters or birthday card notes from family members that you have kept? These letters are like treasures whenever I open them, little fragments of our past.

Personally, I don’t think someone can do that with a text message.