A Lost Art

I know that what I am about to write here will undoubtedly fall on deaf  ”ears”. However, since working on my family history, I am beginning to believe that we as a nation are missing out on much of what is real and true about who we are.

I am forever grateful that my Aunt Mary was somewhat of a hoarder. Now many times this is thought of as an illness that finds the individual lost in their own home amongst piles of garbage. Thankfully, my aunt was not in that particular category. She was a hoarder. That much is true. But what she hoarded were the family “jewels”. Letters, documents, photos, poetry, postcards, and even receipt books from the family farm.

I am in the process of transcribing these:

These letters are accounts written home from my father and my uncles as they fought in WWII, the Korean War, and Vietnam. Several others included in this pile are from my parents during the span of my father’s military career. These letters are what should be included in our history courses, not the “politically correct” version of what our government would like to believe occurred.

There is a great book out there titled: Dear America: Letters Home From Vietnam. For anybody that is homeschooling, I would recommend this book as required reading. But that is a whole ‘nother blog post entirely.

I digress.

With the advent of electronic mail we are losing not only our nation’s history but our personal history. Even blogging is playing a part in our losing such personal writings as journals and diaries into cyberspace, unless of course you make a hard copy of every post you have ever written which you should do (and just so you know – I have – four huge notebooks full).

Yet again, I digress…darn those run-on sentences.

I was always an avid letter writer. I have been blessed that there are individuals that have saved these letters and have since returned them to me. Wow! What a treasure trove of discovery they are!

Yet now, I would much rather click “send” on an email than even pick up the telephone. Thankfully, there is my blog to account for the days of our lives. In fact, Miss Sam has been badgering me (literally) to post another Daybook. She absolutely loves these…and of course I promised her one today…perhaps in a few hours after I get all this off my mind.

Again, I digress!

So as you click and read and click and reply today. Stop and think for a minute about all that is “you” that will end up in cyberspace. Perhaps you’ll pick up a pen and a notebook to journal…or a pen and some writing paper (WHAT is that!!????) and send a note to someone.

Just saying what’s on my mind today…that’s all.

5 Comments

  1. Posted August 7, 2010 at 4:48 pm | Permalink

    I’ve always loved shopping for new, elaborately “fancy” stationary, and often find myself wishing that letter-writing (yeah, with a pen and paper) hadn’t gone out of style. I do have a huge (very, very, very huge!) bundle of letters and cards that hubby and I exchanged during the four years we dated (while attending college in different towns), and I treasure those. I have a few letters and cards written to me from parents, grandparents, and other relatives, but not many. I wish I’d kept those. I’ve often wondered, after I’m long gone, will my children find interest in those love letters, or will they laugh from embarrassment and just toss them out?

  2. Thia
    Posted August 8, 2010 at 12:01 pm | Permalink

    First, Happy Belated Birthday!
    Second, I agree. I love to write letters and I still do journal, but find myself using the computer more and more. Especially since there are so many people who would never ever pick up a pen, but will send an email. But the joy of opening the mail box to find “snail mail” will never fade.

  3. Posted August 9, 2010 at 3:35 pm | Permalink

    Recently my family found a scrapbook of my grandmother’s high school years. It was very interesting to read and look at and I liked the simplicity. When she had visited a special chocolate shop she saved the wrapper and put it in her scrapbook. That is how seldom she got such treats. How different from today!

  4. jadasgigi
    Posted August 10, 2010 at 1:29 pm | Permalink

    This is SO true! My sister gave me a card on my 50th birthday…that I had written to her 25 yrs ago. I said exactly what she wanted to say back to me…it was strange..and precious! Writing is an art that we are losing as surely as we become more literate… and more connected…still it is often in a superficial way…and I find that we take little time to even think our own thoughts…much less write them down.

  5. Posted September 4, 2010 at 12:10 pm | Permalink

    Just checking in. Everything okay up there?

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