I remember postcards. I remember receiving them. Although, I don’t think I have a single one saved. Nor do I remember who may have sent them to me in the past.
I remember writing letters. I used to be a letter writer. I was a great letter writer. I was funny, quirky and had lots to say. I would even draw. They were weird drawings of nothing and no one. I don’t wroite letters anymore. My mom died and my letter writing died with her.
I remember holiday cards. I still do write holiday cards. Well, I get them printed with three family photos that encapsulate each year. And I write a brief note that provides either a synopsis of my life or words of encouragement and gratitude. I still like mailing out holiday cards. I’m one of a rapidly decreasing few. Years ago, my Christmas tree had so many holiday cards, now it is a smattering. I think many believe a Facebook post counts as a holiday wish. Really? That just takes a few seconds and can often be completely devoid of personal touches.
I remember handwriting. I still do. My son is starting to learn it and thinks it’s a waste of time as we have computers and keyboards. I can’t tell him that many schools have gotten rid of cursive. Sad! I suppose its been a long time since hieroglyphics. Everything evolves and has a life cycle.
Back to postcards. I used to buy postcards. But almost always I bought them for me. When I first traveled on my own, just like many others, I was dirt poor. Sadly I didn’t have a great camera and didn’t have money for much film. Postcards were cheaper and already annotated. They were a lifesaver. Thus, I bought postcards for me and rarely for others. Yet, I have no idea where those postcards are at now. Maybe during my next house move, I will find them. Probably not.
Here is what I may do going forward. I say “may”, because many ideas sound nice at the time and then you move on from them….Sad. I hope to start buying postcards again. Once I buy them, if I can figure out the postage (which I can ask the hotel to handle) I’m going to send myself postcards from my trips. I’m going to take a few minutes to note something amazing from where I am at and send it to myself. Hopefully, I will save those postcards and have a travel diary of a whole new sort, which is old school. I think it would be fun and nostalgic to receive a postcard from oneself. While I’m at it, I might send a postcard to someone else. However, I am not too sure that I know anyone’s address anymore. Sad.