Morning. My favorite part of the day. Quiet. Still. Hopeful. Before rising, I begin with…
There is not much I would rather receive than a handwritten note or letter. It is a gift in itself. (I’ll admit, it’s a bit ironic that I’m talking about “handwritten” as I type away on these little white plastic keys.)
I fear it is something my children will not experience once my wife and I are gone. Who will “write” to them? Still, to this day, I love the childlike feeling of sneaking a handwritten note in one of their bags as they’re leaving for camp – or even a sleepover with a friend.
I love the convenience of technology and I can easily get caught in the trap of wanting to “speed things up” and avoid the hassle of finding a stamp and taking it to the mailbox. But a handwritten note is personal in a way that an email can never be.
In an old tin box kept in an old wooden cabinet, I have a stack of letters that my grandparents wrote to each other during the Great Depression when he had to move away from his family in order to find work and provide for them. They are dated 1934. They are priceless. Each written in pencil on the simplest of paper. It is difficult to envision a time in the future when my grandchildren will look at old emails that I had written to them, no matter how sentimental they might be.
Letters become a piece of history.
I am presently reading David McCullough’s “1776”, and I’m intrigued by the fact that these men, in the heat of battle, found the time and the “wherewithal” to write home to their families. These letters are national treasures. It’s rather humorous to imagine the Smithsonian displaying a printed email behind a wall of glass.
I do enjoy writing. I still like to write with a pencil. I like writing my thoughts. I even like writing my prayers. I also like writing what might be considered lyrics or a poem. And I am trying to include notes as a part of that writing. Whether saying “thank you” or “thinking of you”, I want to do it by hand.
To encourage myself to consistently sit down and write, I have created a space that inspires me to do so. Mine happens to be in my studio and it is a place set aside just for that. Surrounded by books, photos and gifts from nature, I lay my notecard or journal on an old wooden surface where maybe other notes and letters were written generations before me.
For others it might be a simple, neat, modern space that keeps their mind clear for thought.
Whatever inspires the “handwritten”, I encourage creating that space.
Maybe it’s a bench in the woods!
Like my grandparents, I have a box where I stash all of those special notes and letters that I have received over the years and just can’t throw away. My kids will dig through them one day.
Right now my oldest daughter is at a twelve day camp in Northern California. I miss her terribly. But yesterday I received a handwritten letter from her – something I will keep until I leave this earth. Beside my name on the envelope, she had written “Dad”. Seeing her handwriting made me feel like I could see her. It is uniquely hers and there was something about knowing it was her hand that laid on that paper to write her thoughts to me.
It will go in my box.
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This is wonderful; it has compelled me to “write” this note as well. I feel the same way about writing. When our loved ones are gone, the thing that lasts is what they have written. Their hands have touched the paper or card and they used a pen or pencil to write in their own handwriting. I love that. I have saved my parents “last” cards to me. My mother saved her mother’s “last” cards written to her, which I have now. In addition, to put a spiritual twist to this, Our Lord has written us the 10 Commandments and the Bible for us to read and study and to know Him better. It may not be His actual “hand writing” now, but it is a blessing to have His thoughts and ways written for us today -and the future. The Living Word, of the Living God. Amen.
oh david, i could not agree more. thanks for writing this – i love the way you said it! i too save & treasure every handwritten letter or note i have. carol, thanks for your words too – Amen.
I fully agree with you regarding this important topic of handwritten notes and letters. It’s a dying art now. I cherish each one I receive, and save many of them. A hand-penned letter is a personal gift you can open again and again. What a true blessing.