Hey Mr. Postman

This afternoon at work I decided to take a lunch break instead of working through the noon hour at my desk.  When I returned 40 minutes later, there were 22 new e-mails in my in-box.  Whaaa?!!?   I hate when that happens.   Luckily, there were a few I could delete without opening and a few more than were part of a chain.   E-mail overload always kills my day. 

When I was growing up, there wasn’t e-mail, or cell phones, or texting.  If someone wanted to reach me, they would call on the land line or send a letter by mail. 

These days, I hardly ever approach my mailbox with excitement.  Ads, bills, coupons, flyers, donation requests along with 2 dozen return address labels. 

Attention All Charity Organizations – the people of America have enough return address labels to last a century.  Send something better.  Like chocolate.  Or wine.  Or money.  Or concert tickets. 

Going to the mailbox ranks low on my list of daily thrills.  So, this week I was super excited when a few surprises arrived by U.S. Mail. 

Tulips from Amy…

 

A photo book from Stacey…

 

She used Shutterfly to compile a book of photos from our last five years of  “girl trips.”  It has over 90 pages so I know it took her a long time to design.  It was very special because so much time and thought was put into the effort.

 

But the best of all was a letter from Sheila…

I loved receiving this letter because it was very heartfelt.  Yes, the card was nice, but her hand-written words were touching.  I always get a warm feeling when I read someone’s thoughts in their own handwriting.  I don’t get that feeling at all when reading an e-mail.  The fact that a friend took the time to pen a note, fold it, stamp it, and send it off into the government delivery system increases its sentimental value to me. 

A few weeks ago my mother-in-law showed me a letter that I wrote to her when I first started dating her son.  It was kinda cool to see my handwriting from back then, and special to me that she had saved it.  In a shoebox.  Not an e-mail in-box. 

When was the last time that you wrote or received a hand written letter?  Do letters mean more than e-mail?

If you haven’t written a letter in a while, try writing one this weekend.  I’m sure that special person will be super surprised when it arrives!

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6 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Sheila on October 8, 2010 at 12:36 pm

    So glad you enjoyed the card. In todays “busy” world it is easy to stay in touch with all of the technological devices designed to do so…but a real note in the mail takes on a special meaning, particularly since snail mail is becoming obsolete. I think of you often and decided it was time to show you in a more personal note. I better start thinking about your 50th…I’ll need to be more clever for that Bucket List!! Love your blog. Always insightful and witty…

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  2. Ha! I like the part about the return labels. This is my first time visiting your blog, and I love the name of it. Very cool;)

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    • Thanks for stopping by Joslyn! I’ll be doing my first give-away on October 18, so check back if you remember. I poked around your site a little – love the apple pics – makes me want to find an apple tree somewhere!

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  3. Send something better. Like chocolate. Or wine. Or money. Or concert tickets. – I;m all for that! I love when I get something (card, letter, gift) other than bills in my snail mail! That is so sweet that your MIL saved that letter.

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  4. I LOVE getting things like that in the mail too. Likely because they are so rare nowadays. I do like the option of contacting someone quickly with email, but it sure is nice to still get things the traditional way too.

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  5. Posted by Stacey on October 17, 2010 at 10:56 pm

    I realized I haven’t been getting any posts of your blog. I signed up again to see if it will take this time. Mail is good. I very rarely get a personal letter anymore either, so they are treasure. I am glad that you liked the book, I love it mostly because you and our other friends are in it.

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