Considering the other excuses were simple and expected - it's so much easier to do it on line, I'd have thought catching up on family photos would be just as easy on Facebook. But at least she does it for now. By her own admission as the children grow up she too will end the practice.
The whole conversation depressed me. Whatever happened to the art of letter writing? It disappeared years ago. Now even the teaching off cursive writing in our schools is going to be eliminated. One more time I see the world in which I was raised slowly disappearing. It's sad.
I can remember as a child how I loved having pen pals from far away places. I anxiously awaited birthday cards from grandma and grandpa because they othen contained maybe a whole dollar! I always wrote a letter to Santa and loved to leaf through the Christmas cards that filled our mail box a whole seven days a week throughout the season. I also remember my Mom sitting me down after Christmas or the birthday to crank out the thank you notes. I came to find they were greatly appreciated.
Those days are gone forever. Now even sending a greeting on Facebook or one of the greeting card sites seems like a chore. I do it - and don't. I've gotten lazy and I say that with no pride.
I'm trying to remember the last time I actually got a personal letter in the mail. I cannot remember the last time I wrote one. I do though still send Christmas cards and on most write a line or two in greeting. I'm not big on newsletters. Our life is pretty quiet and I suspect of little interest to others, even good friends. That's also why I don't participate on Facebook. If I don't want to share something with old friends why would I want to share it with the world?
We send far fewer cards these days. Our base of friends is shrinking as the years pass. That's why I feel strongly that at least once a year I can make the effort to remember good and long time friends with a personal, hand written greeting. It's a way to let them know they are special to me - to us.
And thank you notes? Always! Once again I slip into my mother's spirit and mourn the loss of the 'good old days'. Times were not as frenetic as they are today. People had time for one another and relished personal time together. I suspect those days are soon to be no more than memory except for those of us of a certain age.
Perhaps the coming generations won't miss what they've never had. But I'll miss those times and practices because they helped shape me into the person I am. One who will still say please and thank you and still put pen to paper. I'll feel a pang of remorse though that we've not done the job of passing on these wonderful old traditions to those coming behind us. It will be their loss and perhaps should be our shame.