The internet and my lousy handwriting…

I just can’t help but feel that this new technology isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…  yeah, it’s great to be able to connect with people you haven’t seen in forever and to make new friends… to have news at your fingertips… to be able to diagnose your latest ailment once you figure out how to spell it.  To be able to work, nonstop, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  But I can’t help but feel that something has been lost.  As we run along at a neck-break pace to get to wherever it is we are going, things just don’t feel quite right some how.

As you may have read here, I have spent the last couple of years basically dismantling my past.  My dad past away 6 years ago and my mom’s health has been in a steady state of decline since then.  My sister and I have gone through the house of our youth, sorting things into piles of things to throw away, things to give away, things to sell and things we just can’t let go of yet.

In all of the stuff we were sorting out, there was this box… an old Heiress Hosiery box.  My guess is the box itself may have come from my grandmothers house.  It is all stained and yellowed.  Hidden in the back of a closet,  forgotten for decades…. But once I opened it up, memories came pouring out…  there were letters, cards and hand written notes… from my past.  Cards in celebration of birthdays and a high school graduation… notes of teenage angst, dreams revealed and broken hearts.  I smiled and I laughed a little and I cried.  The richness of these simple handwritten notes are a true treasure to me.  And I can’t help but wonder… why did it all stop?

Today, we have a million pictures of every event that happens in our lives.  Simple dinners with friends… endless sunrises and sunsets.  And yet, we seem to be a little more distant from those in our lives even when we are more connected than ever.  I really need to get out my note cards and write to my friends… there are things they need to read… in my own hand writing.



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3 responses to “The internet and my lousy handwriting…

  1. Bev

    I believe we’ve shared a conversation in this respect recently……this is so very true…..a lost art…..a lost affection…..hand written notes and sentiments go beyond the convenience and ease of the present day technologies…’s the time element and care expressed in the time given that can’t be replaced…..from those of us that follow your blogs…..a personal thank you for taking your time in rekindling memories and places that we all share…..

  2. Bobbi White

    When we cleaned out my grandparents house on Wood Street, we found dresser drawers full of cards, letters, etc. You are so right about the laughter and the tears! I would be laughing one minute and crying the next. As parents we just can’t seem to let go of our children’s past. We treasure every minute of their lives and we hold on to those memories forever!

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