Thursday, April 14, 2016

L ~ Letters

Growing up, my Mom was my best friend, my sister, and my mother all rolled up into one person. It was a sad day when my parents and younger brothers moved to a different state. Now instead of seeing each other at least once a week, we were reduced to writing letters.

The highlight of my week became the day when a fat, juicy letter arrived in the mail. She would write about everything that was happening in their life as well as thoughts and ponderings. I treasured each one and tucked them away to read again when ever I felt like it.

I am so thankful I kept those letters, and strangely enough, am now glad that they moved and made letter writing a necessity. While I will always treasure the memories of the time we spent together .... memories have this way of fading, but these letters remain the same.


  1. You have no idea how sad I am that letter writing seems to have gone by the wayside. I miss getting letters and writing them, too.

  2. Boy, it's been a long time since I sent or received a letter.

  3. I used to write to my Grandmother every week. She lived just over 100 miles from us and I only saw her once a month or so. I did spend two weeks with her every summer and she is the one who taught me to crochet, cook and bake. How I wish I had kept those letters. What wonderful memories you have all wrapped in those envelopes MaryAnn. You can take them out and retread them whenever you need a hug from your Mom. Wonderful.

  4. I have some old letters like that. They are treasures!

    Maybe in years to come people will look at blogs this way.

  5. Very sweet treasure. When I married, I moved 600 miles away from home. It was rough back then. No cell phones, no Skype, no FaceTime, and long distance was reserved for Sundays or special occasions. I treasured the letters I received from my mom, sister and friends. Each day would find me at the mailbox looking for a letter or card from back home.

  6. My most cherished letter is my last one from Santa Claus, written on the back of a scrap of wrapping paper. My mom was the author, of course, and among other things, it contains Santa's annual ravings over how good our mom's pies were, and how terrific of a cook Mom was. (You just know she was giggling as she wrote these!)

    Mom died before I was old enough to get any proper letters from her, but that one from Santa lets me hear her voice again like she is sitting next to me, giggling. ;-p

    I'm enjoying your A-Z. :-)

  7. How precious that you have these letters. I was just telling my 9 year old granddaughter yesterday about the letters my grandmother used to send me in the mail. There's something about the written word.

  8. I loved writing and receiving letters. That is something I will miss the rest of my life. They were more meaningful and personal than the email , texts and cell phone etc. of today. Oh to again enjoy the pleasure of finding a letter in your mailbox, they always made my day.

  9. Letter writing is definitely a lost art. Personally, I'd rather text but text messages won't stand the test of time. Letters are so much more personal.

    Shelly @

  10. I encourage my children to write to their long-distance friends, as I think it is a wonderful and lost art. How precious that you have the letters from your mom. Her handwriting is absolutely beautiful! I also think it is wonderful that you had such a close relationship with her. I pray that my daughter will look back on our relationship like that someday.

  11. Hi Mary, your post touched a chord. I wish letter writing was alive and well even today. There is something special about receiving a letter in the post, slowly undoing the seam and opening the creased page/or pages.
    I write a letter a year to my children in a diary, to keep 'the memories from fading.'
    I lost my mother when I was 19 and I wish I had her words to read every now and then.


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