Re-posting this from the TMA archives, 10 years ago. Thinking of my dear Auntie Bette on her birthday. She would have been 101 today, and lived into her 100th year (leaving us just as COVID-19 arrived).
Piccadilly Circus, from Cousin Sue
Throughout my childhood, living thousands of miles from family on both sides, we treasured every piece of mail, especially at Christmastime (see St. Nicholas’ Day). There was no such thing as junk mail, so every single letter, parcel, or card we received was personal, most often from a family member far away. We savored every single new card as it arrived, identifying the sender by the handwriting on the envelope, admiring the stamps (with me eyeing them for my collection), marveling at the colors, the artwork, and the quality of the card stock, reading and re-reading the loving greeting, giving it pride of place in the living room, and adding it to the running count of the number we had received to date. When I set up a household of my own I began sending and receiving my own cards, and still delight in…
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Thanks for reminding me of those days, when I regularly visited stores to pick New Year cards. Now it all looks like a lot of work, frankly!
I now send a simple message on phone or email, to close friends. But do I take care to address the recipient by name, like Dear … for each message.
A Happy 2022, Josna, to you and everyone near and dear to you. 🙂
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Thank you, Pradeep, and warm greetings for the New Year to you as well!
Yes, I feel like a dinosaur, still making a point of sending cards out every year; then again, I’m helping to keep the post office afloat!
And yes, I like receiving phone calls and email greetings too, especially when, as you do, the friend sending them makes the message personal. Here’s to your good health! J
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