I bought a writing pad and envelopes recently.
These items connect me with
the past when I remember my mother writing a letter to her daughter who had left home. She had sent many letters to her leaving children after that. She would have looked out for the postman to see if there was a response to her letters, a longing for a demonstration of love to be returned to her.
I enjoy getting a hand written letter that the postman brings. At a Christmas event my sister gave her siblings hand written letters we had sent to her forty years ago. They brought back memories, jogged the mind to remember past events, and produced a few tears.
I set the writing pad and envelopes in my writing bureau, knowing I will be inspired to use them, someday. That “someday” was this morning. I have just written a hand written letter to my friend, whose phone is not reliable. And even if it is working she often does not answer it.
Very often an elderly relative appreciates a hand written letter or card. They are not able to connect with Facebook or e mail, the modern way of communication.
When my children were at home it was difficult to find a pen when one needed it to make a note to buy an item or when my husband needed one. The pens always circulated into bedrooms and under beds. No matter how many pens were left in a holder to keep them together, it would have to be refilled often.
Now the pens stay in the overcrowded holder. My husband would forget the children are not here any longer, and would include a packet of pens in the shopping when they are on offer. He cannot pass a bargain.
Our first Christmas card this season was from our son Jacob. It was sealed on the outside with wax. He wrote down thoughts from the heart to his mum and dad on the beautiful card. I found out later he had sent a hand written card to each of his family at Christmas time, especially to those who live in other countries. He is not a fan of Facebook. I still have his card on the mantle piece of the fireplace.
I bought some of my children fountain pens this Christmas. I remember using one for all my school work. The teachers were very careful to make sure we had neat hand writing using an ink filled pen. Some traditions are returning.