In the early 1970’s long before the time of cell phones and personal computers, I can remember the pleasure of writing and receiving letters at college, written by hand by myself or crafted just for myself by another. They were tangible treasures the creation and receipt of which took time. They were a link to a person that required effort, purpose, and deliberation. They were physically there, were capable of being touched, and could be kept indefinitely, carried about, and referred to time and time again.
I can remember going to my physical school mailbox daily in the hopes of getting an actually written treasure from someone at home. Letters weren’t there all the time, and the wait and anticipation of getting one added to their sweetness. Someone had put time and caring into those pieces of paper that you could hold in your hand.
In our day of instant communication via cell phone or e-mail, we may have gained immediacy but we have lost something else. I pity the young who will never know the pleasure of writing or receiving paper letters as a key link of communication…