The Hand Written Letter Is an Art Worthy of Appreciation

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It’s so easy these days to shoot a text, hit send on an email, Snapchat, Tweet, etc. While there’s nothing wrong with any of these means of communication, there’s something special to be said for a hand written letter.

My children are not yet in school, but my bet is the frequency of passing notes is not nearly what it was back in the day. (If it’s still a thing at all.) 

I still have a box of notes given to me by friends from over twenty years ago. They are sentimental, private (no snooping by Google, Facebook, whatever), and personal. They can’t be included in a search history. They contain hand drawn emojis before emojis were even a thing. If you wanted to know who my 6th grade crush was, you couldn’t check the internet. Instead, you’d have to consult the notes or the diary I kept for many years. 

I have always loved writing in any of its forms, but hand written letters hold a special place in my heart. I can use a pen, pencil, or marker, put it to paper and get my feelings, thoughts, and goals out there. 

My true appreciation for hand written letters has come more recently in life.

While I love the convenience of a text, I truly cherish the hand written letters and cards I get from my husband, parents, and son. Seeing words written in the handwriting of those I love gives me something concrete I can hang on to even after the moment and people have passed. The words can even be transformed into a tattoo from a lost relative, pottery showcasing a grandmother’s recipe, or even cross stitching to resemble a signature

Getting a hand written letter from my husband while he is away on a trip never ceases to brighten my day. On one of his longer trips, he wrote almost ten cards out and placed them in the mail so they would arrive while he was gone. I still have each one and will keep them for my children so that one day they can see how much their father loved their mother. This act took time, planning, and thought. For me, the sentiment behind them is much greater than a text telling me he loves me (though I still enjoy those, too). 

I don’t want my children to grow up not knowing how to HAND write a letter, address an envelope, and put a stamp on a card. Call me old fashioned, but these acts show true appreciation. 

So ladies, gentlemen, children, grandparents, etc.: write the hand written letter. Sign the letter proudly. One day, it may be a cherished reminder of a happy, thankful time. 

 

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Jaclynn
Jaclynn knows a good thing when she sees it, that’s why she and her husband, Dave, decided to raise their son and daughter in Brookfield, the same Milwaukee suburb where they grew up. After earning her English degree from UW-Madison, Jaclynn attended Marquette University Law School and worked for several years at a small Milwaukee firm practicing estate planning and elder law. When her son was born a few year ago, she followed her heart and became a SAHM. She is now the mother of two, having welcomed a daughter last June. When she's not managing her family circus, you can find Jaclynn instructing or taking classes at the Barre Code. Jaclynn would be lost without dessert, family friendly breweries, books, comfy pants, and the moms who have helped her navigate the labyrinth that is ‘momming’.

2 COMMENTS

  1. I do so love this! Amen, Sister! There was a day when I was more frustrated other people were losing their understanding as technology progressed, but now I see the transition of technology just might be what us realizing what a treasure something simple is

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