Note to Self

1.06.2014

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A handwritten letter--like precious jewels, traveling, an excellent four-course meal or mountainscape views--is one of the finest things in life. I wrote one today and it was therapeutic. I received one recently and it was incredibly heartwarming. I gave one to my grandmother for her 85th birthday and she was gushing of graciousness.

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Being on both the sending and receiving end has reminded me how much I adore the intrinsic beauty found in a handwritten letter, a notion that was reiterated in a book I read cover-to-cover tonight, No One Ever Told Us That by John Spooner.

"I know it's old-fashioned, but I love letters. I love to write them and receive them. I enjoy the quality of the stationary and the hardness of fine card stock. And, as in many things in life, I enjoy the anticipation; what's in the note or letter? And I think more weight is given in something handwritten. Often, the real letters are saved as a memory of something special. People never forget simple acts of kindness, done in a very personal and old-fashioned way. E-mails and texting don't grab you by the heart in quite the same way."

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He displays this love through his collection of 59 letters to his two grandchildren which offer both practical and endearing advice for people "on the cusp of becoming something scary: grown-ups." Stumbling on this book this weekend not long after stocking up on fresh stationary for the new year re-inspired me to make the time necessary to put pen to paper. Have a good Monday!



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