It’s spring! Well it’s supposed to be by now, but here in Sarnia, Ontario we received six inches of heavy wet snow. Just two days ago we were all wearing sweaters. Yes this is a typical Canadian spring. The weather reminded me of how quickly things change, yet stay the same.
As the weather warms our natural instincts to clean our “nests” kicks in. We inevitably sift through the dusty buried boxes found in our antics, alcoves and closets; checking for what is good, and what is ready to be donated. Stored away we will discover items drawing us to memories from days gone. Some items will filled our hearts and eyes with tears of joy, or sadness as we let our mind meander back to yesteryear.
Are love letters dead? Have they disappeared like most everything else with any human touch in this modern world of technology? Our written words have been replaced with blogs, emails, the simple single letter text like “K”, and emoticons.
Handwriting is becoming a lost art! Children in grade school are no longer taught how to write cursive, let alone how to read it. Instead everything is typed out on computers. The emotional sense of pouring your heart out in words onto paper has been replaced with machine driven corrections such as, the back-space key, and the auto corrector (which is not very smart). Missing are the tears stains, the misaligned words as they leap off the predesigned lines in hasty writings, the scribbling and crossing out of words as our thoughts race across the paper. Gone is the sense of personality behind the curve of the characters.
As the age of technology has brought us closer around the world, it has left us without the emotions derived from holding the words written by our loved ones. The physical touch of the paper. The yellowing stains that tell us that this was a piece of our history, all gone.
I wonder if in 100 years from now if anyone will know how to write in cursive. Will it be some new historical lesson in our schools for scholars to study like ancient text? I hope not.
Keeping memories alive
Receiving a simple handwritten letter from anyone is something to be treasured. I hope if you undercover one you remember the importance of the words written. Do not place these delicate memories back inside a darkened box, only to be forgotten; instead place them in a frame and hang them on the walls of your home. For those words hold a special message written just for you. The length of the letter isn’t as important as the words contained with. This person wrote to let you know of their intention. Be it about love, sorrow, loss, dreams, an invitation or something else, the message was personal. It was written for your eyes.
Spring is here! Let’s bring back the old before it is too late. Write a letter to someone, anyone. I know postage for a single stamp is 80 cents in Canada, but for that few pennies a lifetime of memories can be made. Isn’t it worth it to our loved ones to keep our history alive for generations to come?