9am this morning. The little one and I go downstairs to inspect the letterbox. And HORRAY – after days and days of advertisements and bills, there’s a postcard in our letterbox! Someone went somewhere, thought of us and wrote us some lines! Sounds simple, but I have been noticing that it is becoming quite a forgotten art.
When I was young (cough cough…), there were no Emails, no Facebook and even the mobile phones just started. It sounds unbelievable and makes me feel incredibly old (though I am not, trust me!), but that’s how it was. Karsten, who is 2 years younger than I am, is still making fun of me because I saved my first essays for university on a floppy disc. So, what did I do to stay in touch with my friends? I wrote letters. And postcards. And letters again. When I was 13, we moved to another city and I left some very good friends behind. There were weeks where I would receive a three or four pages long letter after school, sit down in the afternoon, write a return letter (3-4 pages as well), and with a little bit of luck my friend would receive it the very next day. I saved all the important letters I received. During our holidays, I wrote lists of all the people whom I would like to write a postcard. And every single time when I came home, I checked the letterbox. Which I still do today, but most of the times there are just boring, white, official envelopes in there. Every now and then, though, there’s one with handwriting, maybe even in color, which always makes the day!
I still love writing letters and I think it is turning into a lost art. Not because it is expensive in terms of money. But it means you have to take some time in today’s busy and hectic world. Because if you want to write a letter, it is not just about some quick lines. It is about taking a break from your normal schedule, about sitting down, choosing a nice paper, concentrating and writing. For me, it has a much more personal connotation than emails or sms. A letter shows that you think of someone, not just for a minute, but for maybe half an hour or longer. It is about appreciation.
One of the most important memories I have when it comes to letters is my old primary school teacher. She was a great teacher and I really loved her. After I left primary school, I would still write her postcards. And she wrote me back. Postcards turned into letters. And she wrote me back. After some years, she offered me the “du”, via letter (for all the english-speaking friends: “du” is the informal form of address that you only use for friends and family or people who are the same age). We still wrote each other letters during my studies. And after my studies. I told her about what was going on in my life. About my travels. She wrote me about her travels, her grandchildren and later about her recovery after she had cancer. We didn’t write every month. But at least three or four times a year. Three years ago, her husband suddenly wrote me an email to inform me that she was brought to a hospice because she was dying. That was after we hadn’t written each other for some months, so it caught me off-guard. I sent a big bunch of flowers and a letter in which I thanked her for all her letters and our special relationship. I don’t know if she got it – she was already in coma when it arrived. When she died, I was grieving for a very good friend. I hadn’t seen my teacher since I left primary school. But we had been writing letters to each other for more than 20 years. The next christmas, I automatically put her on my list for christmas cards, realising only later that I couldn’t send it anymore. And even today it still feels weird sometimes that I can’t write her anymore.
So, if you read this, try to remember when you have written your last letter. And perhaps you’ll sit down this weekend, for half an hour, with a nice cup of tea or coffee next to you, and you’ll write a letter to a person that’s dear to you. It will most definitely make the day!
Sorry about your primary school teacher, it must be sad to lose a dear friend like her.
I like this post, I however have funny memories of letter writing. While at boarding school letters were the only form of communication. I remember sending letters home telling my parents I was broke, but by the time I got a response I would be already dead. The nuns also had fun with our letters before handing them over. Letters were usually read before they got to you (not nice at all), especially if they were suspicious of you. My parents also felt it was their duty to open up letters addresses to me. One good thing with modern communication is that you have better control of mails coming directly to you, well they are hackers too.
I guess I really profited by the efficiency of the German mail service which might be considerably faster than in Sambia 😉 But I can imagine it being a really bad feeling when you know your letters are read by other people! Then again you will normally notice whether or not the letter has been read already – in contrast to emails. With Emails you just notice that the advertisements on the side suddenly advertise things that you wrote about in Emails (….”dear xxx, I didn’t sleep well tonight and couldn’t concentrate on my exam today” will probably turn into ads for sleeping pills and private lessons…). Best wishes to you!!!
Hahaha! You are really so funny!! I wonder which is worse, nosey parents reading your juicy letters or the very intrusive adverts that follow your every move.
Please congratulate the little one for the good job done for conducting the raffle. It was a big job that she handled very well.
Thanks for your wishes, later for now!
You have a point here, writing letters is becoming a rather endangered way of communication. However, taking into account how much time goes into some of the e-mails to friends I wrote during the last few months compared to letters, I’d be better off writing letters instead 😉 It’s not unusual for me to sit in front of the computer for two hours or more writing a one-pager. (I’m probably the exact opposite to Karsten when it comes to this; funnily enough, for probably the same reasons that he has… maximum sincerity.) Letters, on the other hand, turned out to be eight-pagers sometimes but it took me half the time. Might be an indication how much thinking went into these letters back then 😉
Anyway, e-mails have mostly replaced letters in my thinking. I am as delighted nowadays to get a long and elaborate e-mail as I was back then when I got a letter.
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