Hola Hart Beat. I hope you’re week is going well! I want to talk today about something I’ve been trying to do more of lately, letter writing. My mom’s birthday is today (Happy Birthday, Mom!!) and over the weekend I had the best time going out to look for an actual birthday card for her, coming home, hand writing a note, and then walking up the block to put the letter in the blue mailbox. Thinking back on the steps it sounds like a lot, especially when compared to writing an email (literally 30 seconds in total), but letter writing is something I try to keep in my life even in this day of internet.
The other day I got in my mailbox a letter from my Grandfather. Bobby is notorious in my family for sending mail to each of us every week or so. It’s usually newspaper clippings of articles from The Boothbay Harbor Register, or notes that he wants me to pass along to his favorite person in the world, my college roommate Carolyn, but the other week he sent me something new. It was a photocopied letter that he had written and sent to someone else in an envelope to me with no other note. It was my Grandfather’s version of a BCC. Amazing.
I’m not that bad but I have had a shoebox full of postcards, stamps, different sized envelopes, pens and cards for years now. I’ve lugged the same box from four dorm rooms and two apartments at this point. Every time someone’s birthday comes around, a holiday passes, or thank you notes are in order, I pull out the shoebox and page through the cards I’ve collected over the past ten years.
Most of the postcards I’ve picked up from museums traveling internationally or at small stationary stores around the country. I tend to buy cards that I don’t need right away but will file away for something special. That’s what happened with my Mom’s birthday card. I think I’ve had this card in my collection for three years, just waiting for the perfect person to send it to.
So I’m wondering, do you still write letters and cards, Hart Beat? Do you like getting real mail? This post made me think of an article recently published in The Boston Globe about my collage scrapping the student postboxes for a bigger package center. It’s so sad to think about but I guess it does make sense that no one sends letters anymore. I don’t even have up to date mailing addresses for some of my closest friends. I think I’m going to have to change that today. Even if it means sending an email asking for a mailbox number.