Feeling nostalgic and curious a few weeks ago, I pulled out two bags of old letters and cards I’ve saved over the years. They’re from family and friends, with some even dating back to the late 1980s. What an amazing treasure trove!
Handwritten letters (remember when we actually sent those?) and cards with handwritten notes, they hold so many precious reminders of my past, much of which I’d forgotten. But that’s the magic of writing, whether letters or journal entries—it preserves our thoughts, feelings, observations, even mundane comments, so that we can remember them. Unlike ephemeral bits and bytes today, these bits of paper are tangible archives of the past.
Some of the most poignant letters in the two bags are from my mom. She died at age 89 in January, but long before that, in 2010, a stroke took away her ability to write, and even most of her speech, so I’d forgotten how much we used to communicate on paper after I moved away from home. The sight of her tiny, perfect handwriting struck my heart. Many of her letters were short, simple descriptions of what was going on in her life or with family members or friends. Some of them had me laughing with her sense of humor about everyday occurrences or the jokes we used to share. Sometimes, she wrote about how much she had enjoyed a visit from me and looked forward to the next one. They don’t contain anything that anyone else would consider profound, but for me, they are priceless remembrances of my “old” Mom as she was before her stroke. And now that she is gone, they mean more to me than ever.
Other letters and cards were from my sisters (my brother is not a letter writer). Those from one sister who has mostly removed herself from the family brought tears to my eyes with reminders of our past closeness. Others were from old girlfriends with whom I’ve lost touch, and even a few old boyfriends from my ancient, pre-Ken past. And yes (don’t worry, Honey!), I have saved most of the cards that Ken has given to me, too.
I have undergone so many changes and transitions since the days when these letters were sent. Reviewing them reminded me, sweetly and poignantly, of my history—where I’ve come from and what my life used to be, and people with whom I was close (and sometimes still am). I will continue to cherish them as I move forward into my future.
FOR YOUR JOURNAL
Have you saved old letters? What do they mean to you?
If you have some old letters from family or friends, read several and then write about who you were back then, what your life was like, what the letter-writer meant to you.
If you are no longer in touch with the letter-writer, what would you write to them now?
You can also write about the changes and transitions you have made in your life since the time of the letter. Did the letter-writer play a role in them?