<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188900705534539657</id><updated>2012-01-06T14:17:45.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters And Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Sadly, it seems that to sit down with pen in hand and write to the people in one's life is no longer something people recognize as an enjoyable exercise.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3188900705534539657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10739773783298494963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188900705534539657.post-683679934893486166</id><published>2011-06-11T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:25:45.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I said pen in hand...for me I need a pad  of paper, a pen and a comfy place to write. Oh, and a glass of wine  helps to lubricate the process! Preferably a quiet place I can be  undisturbed and let my thoughts roam over the things I want to say and  share with my reader. Years ago you could find out a lot about people by  reading their letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many biographies would never  have been written without the letters that were written to and from the  subject. I learned a lot about my Mother after she died by reading her  letters and diaries. I read the letters my father wrote to her when he  was away for long periods...they were passionately in love and his  letters reflected the love and the regard he had for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have letters written to my Mother from a beau during WWII, he was  stationed in Europe. I reread them from time to time just to have that  link with a very significant period in our history. I have a copy of my  Great-Grandfather's Civil War diary. There are a lot of letters in it;  some from G-Grandpa to G-Grandma and some from his comrades in arms to  their loved ones. Paper was a prized possession and scarce during the  Civil War in the field. When I read all these different letters I am  there; sharing their experiences; their fears, hopes, sadness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What  of our children and grandchildren? Will they ever know these intimate  looks into their ancestors everyday lives? I fear not. Everyday people  like myself don't keep emails like my mother kept letters (tied with  pink ribbon) and besides you can't hold an email like you can the paper  that your mother held when she was pouring out her thoughts....It just  isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters and diaries provide a  connection with our past and our loved ones that just cannot be replaced  with email or texting or twittering. The nuances in letters don't show  up in emails or text messages; the firmness, or lack thereof, in the  hand that wrote the words. The tear stains on the page, the smear of  jelly or chocolate or spilled wine in the margin...none of these will be  discerned from an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the writer was &lt;i&gt;feeling  &lt;/i&gt;is easier to discern when you look at their handwriting on the paper;  does it slope up or down or not at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they press harder with their  pen on the passages where they talk about an argument they had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did  they draw little pictures or add hearts or teardrops to a line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they  seem to be writing fast, their thoughts tumbling onto the paper quickly;  or slowly and thoughtfully making sure they choose just the right word  to describe what they're feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does their writing show their  excitement and passion when they think of you and see your face in their  memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions can frequently be answered just by  looking at the letter...and who ever heard of spraying your perfume on an email so  your lover will get a powerful reminder of you the moment he holds the  envelope in his hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be writing letters to  people. I will write them on paper tucked up in bed, curled up in the  window seat or laying on the floor with a pillow under me while I listen  to music or watch TV. Then I'll transcribe them here because the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; way for me to write a meaningful letter is to hold that pen in my hand and let my thoughts flow through it onto the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3188900705534539657-683679934893486166?l=lettersandlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandlife.blogspot.com/feeds/683679934893486166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3188900705534539657/posts/default/683679934893486166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3188900705534539657/posts/default/683679934893486166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-letter.html' title='The First Letter'/><author><name>Nora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10739773783298494963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
