Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Do you like receiving handwritten letters and packages through the mail?There is just something about going to the mail box after a hard days work and finding a letter or card from a friend. I grew up in a rural community and I remember everyone knew when their mail carrier came and I would run to the mailbox to see what was inside. I always was very excited when it was a catalog,a Readers Digest or a free sample.
I began pen paling in my teens and continue into my 20's because I just loved the idea of getting mail from other parts of the country and world and learning about other peoples lives and customs. I still do.
In recent weeks I joined over on Good Reads a group called Chicks on Lit and they had a solicitation for pen pals which I eagerly applied for and have made a very good friendship with Cindy in AZ. I am excited still to go to the mailbox and find a handwritten letter from a friend. If any of you reading here want to join in the fun let me know Just email me your address. I will write to you or when can have a match up.I know that it will delight you as much as me to receive a personal piece of mail rather than a bill or junk mail.It doesn't have to be long it can just be a card.
Here is another site Post crossing (where you can exchange postcards with people from other parts of the world.
Handwritten letters are another simple pleasure.
During my second year of nursing school our professor gave us a quiz. I breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was a joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before the class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our grade. "Absolutely," the professor said. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. ~Joann C. Jones