Wednesday, June 24, 2015

A Morning Letter...


...or email can set the tone for the day.  Here, Mother has run out to the mail box in her sweet little nightgown (needlepoint Alencon lace forming enchanting triangles in primrose pink) and found a letter which she has already opened.  When I wake, I usually check my email to see if anyone has sent me something nice and newsy or sent me best wishes.  Every few days or so, I also check this blog to see if anyone has left a comment or two.  I received a few on my last post for which I thank you.  If you ever feel we have had a shared experience and you want to chat, feel free to email me too.  I promise to respond because I don't believe in unanswered letters.

My first love wrote me only one letter which I received on Christmas Eve day.  My mother, knowing how happy I would be to hear from my silent summer love, hand-delivered it to my bed and says she only recalls the manicured hand that shot out from the depths of the bedclothes to snatch the envelope from her.  The letter simply read, "I hope you have a Merry Christmas" but the words held the promise of summer when we would see each other on Cape Cod again.  But alas, when school ended I was in love...with someone else.  I don't think I was able to forgive his silence.

My next beau wrote prolific, endearing, and funny letters from his lonely college dormitory.  They came two and three pages long - both sides, in thick envelopes.  He embellished his writing with sketches and cartoons of professors and roommates.  They were charming missives but instead, I wanted to find affection between the images and words and in the end, he was only a joker and we were not sympathetic partners.  I saved his letters until the week before I wed and tossed them out intact with the ribbons still around them.  I didn't want to temp myself into re-reading them - it seemed like a betrayal just to hold them.

I am easily swayed by the written word and have been known to fall head over heels for a man who can write.  Somehow, I see beyond the words and phrases to the writer's soul.  And no one is safe - be it brother, boss, or  new son-in-law.  If the man writing has excellent command of the English language, I am regularly beguiled by simple turns of phrases.  Such was the case with a recent correspondent who instead of writing, "I'm going to bed", wrote, "I'm hitting the rack".  Suddenly, I saw him as the handsome young Marine he once was, bunking down on a primitive cot after a hard day of soldiering.  He had me at, dare I say, "rack"?

Letters are hard to come by these days.  I cherish the ones I am lucky enough to receive and keep them cloistered in a box under my bed.  More often than not, I am the happy recipient of regular morning emails.  However, if one of those were in the mail box outside tomorrow morning, I would gladly run to fetch it in my nightie.



5 comments:

  1. There is no greater thrill as you rifle through the mail...junk, ho-hum....bills, "What's this?...Oh my goodness, is it, can it be? Is that beautiful handwriting I see?" You actually prepare yourself for the opening...a favorite chair, brew a cup of tea, turn off the television. Sadly, some children may miss out entirely, experiencing the incredible thrill of receiving a handwritten letter if they do away with teaching cursive. Imagine never receiving a magical postcard from other parts of the world? Even thank you notes from my great nieces bring great joy. Recently one of them wrote: "Thank you for the treasure box. I really like it. Did you make it?" Simple words, but oh my, did I ever enjoy reading her little note. I made a copy and used the photocopy as stationery and wrote and told her all about where the box came from, who made it (I wish I had! ;-), and how it can be used for all sorts of treasure finds. I then thanked her for writing.

    And now you know how I feel about letters, real letters, Donna. Obviously loved this column.

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  2. Just LOVE this one, Donna!!! I feel the same about men who can write a neat line...and I have kept so many letters, too. What a lovely, lovely tribute to the power of the written word to a heart who is also in love with the English language! One of your best, dearie! And oh, that image of the nightie!!!! We'll be looking for that pattern, for sure. I have JUST the lace for it! XO Kay

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  3. Hi Donna, I really enjoyed this blog. I also feel the same way about men who can write well and show wit in their writing. I still send cards when I can. I love letters, cards and pretty paper. I ask my hubby everyday if I got anything in the mail hoping for a card. I don't know why I bother, but I like to hope. Thank you, your blogs always bring me good memories. :-)

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  4. Hi Donna, I really enjoyed this blog. I also feel the same way about men who can write well and show wit in their writing. I still send cards when I can. I love letters, cards and pretty paper. I ask my hubby everyday if I got anything in the mail hoping for a card. I don't know why I bother, but I like to hope. Thank you, your blogs always bring me good memories. :-)

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