Inspiration Journal

The Lost Art of Letter Writing

The Lost Art of Letter Writing www.herviewfromhome.com
Written by Sarah West

I don’t know if letter writing is a southern thing (or thang) or just proper etiquette, but I was raised to write letters. It actually drove me crazy when I was younger. Did Mrs. Willis really need a thank you letter from me because she opened the church door? Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration but never-the-less, I wrote a lot of letters to the elders in my church growing up. My grandmother would buy, in bulk, stationary and stamps. Many Saturdays were spent at her kitchen table writing letters, folding letters, licking that yucky glue on the envelope and sending each one off to its specific destination.

Now that my grandmother is gone and not here to ask, “Sarah, did you send out a letter to that sweet lady?” I actually miss it. I miss the personal implications that a letter in the mail implies. Even now, at age 35, I find myself holding my breath when I get a personal hand-written letter. It is almost like I can hear the person saying, “I see you. I want you to know I personally thought of you today.”

Letter writing is a lost art. It makes me sad.

Today, we experience the illusion of connection because of the virtual world that is at our fingertips 24/7. And as much as I would like to think my little part of the world has expanded for the best, I fear that it has actually done just the opposite.

I am disconnected more now than I have ever been. It makes me feel alone.

Yesterday, I went to Target and raided the dollar bins. I was in heaven. I literally cleaned out the stationary bin and all the pretty little flowered envelopes I could find. For those dollar bin shoppers that came after me, please forgive me! It was a matter of utter importance.

It took me a few tries before I successfully wrote my first letter. It was almost foreign for me not to hyperlink something or add an emoji. I simply could not tag the person on social media to tell them something. I wrote their name and then my black ink pen wrote out words without the familiar clicking sound of the keyboard.

It was magic. And yet, it was the most personal I had been in years.

I felt connected. I felt happy knowing that someone would open that letter and read my words of appreciation. I did not even mind the yucky taste of the envelope this time.

I think my grandmother would have been proud of me today. 

About the author

Sarah West

Sarah West is a homeschool mom, freelance writer and first-time author of Walking the Talk: A Parent’s Guide to Intimacy and Healthy Relationships. Formerly, she served as the Director and Youth and College Counselor for Crisis Pregnancy Centers in Mississippi. Sarah writes for various online and print magazines on matters of faith and family, and believes in strengthening family relationships and reconnecting parents to their children. You can connect with Sarah and keep up to date with her writing through her blog at https://a-life-inspired.com/
Find her book here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GM5ELRE

4 Comments

  • I love this! I was also raised in the south and to write what felt like a TON of letters. I miss it and recently bought some stationary. I haven’t used it yet, but I’m inspired to use it today.

  • LOVE this. I actually write notes to my kids in their lunch boxes I need to get better at letters I use to do it when they were small and actually wrote to them while I was pregnant with each of them. It is a lost art as it seems so easy just to hit that send from a text but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone’s handwriting and know they took the time to do this for you.

    • Love it! I use to write letters all the time in school but text and other online ways made it too easy to skip the paper and pen. Love your idea!!!