I can't actually remember when l last sat down and wrote a letter. Not many people I know send or receive letters these days due to the convenience of the internet. It's so easy to write a quick message to several recipients at one time and in a split second it can be acknowledged. I keep in contact with friends and family in America, Canada, England and Turkey via the internet often sending and receiving photos. My father kept one of my letters in a book of his which I found many years after he died. I wrote it as a young 13 year old on my first time away from home. I spent 3 months in Co. Kerry in the west of Ireland. It was an Irish language scholarship and I had plenty to write about.
I do however have one cousin in America since his retirement refuses to use a computer! In a way I admire him. He uses his time to visit his friends in person and rarely watches television. He and his wife visited us here in Ireland over the years and we always had a wonderful time together. She used to send a card every December to wish us all well for the year ahead. Sadly two years ago she died. He now writes a Christmas card each December with health updates! He is having a few health issues himself but is always so positive.
I kept promising myself I would sit down and write him a proper letter! I would make time and give him all the news from Ireland. So eventually last summer I sat down and wrote seven pages. I felt quite proud of myself, I felt sure he would be pleased. I cycled to the post office, stood in a long line of people, bought my stamp and popped it in the box. Another job scratched from my long "To do" list!
Last Christmas, in his card there was a comment which read "you must have plenty of time on your hands to write so much!"
I smiled to myself, You certainly cant win them all!
I love to receive letters. It's the feeling of excitement when I see my name handwritten and knowing that someone has chosen to give of their precious time just for me. I have kept a box of letters and postcards written to me from cousins, friends and aunts over the years. Some from when I was a teenager. I really treasure them. Maybe I'll store them away in the attic to be found years from now. They will amuse someone way in the future.........
I kept promising myself I would sit down and write him a proper letter! I would make time and give him all the news from Ireland. So eventually last summer I sat down and wrote seven pages. I felt quite proud of myself, I felt sure he would be pleased. I cycled to the post office, stood in a long line of people, bought my stamp and popped it in the box. Another job scratched from my long "To do" list!
Last Christmas, in his card there was a comment which read "you must have plenty of time on your hands to write so much!"
I smiled to myself, You certainly cant win them all!
I love to receive letters. It's the feeling of excitement when I see my name handwritten and knowing that someone has chosen to give of their precious time just for me. I have kept a box of letters and postcards written to me from cousins, friends and aunts over the years. Some from when I was a teenager. I really treasure them. Maybe I'll store them away in the attic to be found years from now. They will amuse someone way in the future.........
