I had 2 other penpals between 10 and 16. And when I moved away from home at 20, my grandmother and I would write each other regularly on pretty stationery; hers always smelled like lavender or lily of the valley. Neither of us had nice handwriting; but those letters were precious. The thoughts, the sentiments, the emotions they contained might never have been shared in person. But there they were on paper, able to be read over and over again. They gave me a wonderful sense of home,security and love. I still have them..
Although I don't write as often as I used to, I still love to write letters. I think that my blog fills a lot of my personal need to write and my love of connecting with people in "away" places. (And it's faster and easier on my carpal tunnel and arthritis when I use a keyboard.) .
My blog friend Shelagh at AliceinParisLovesArtandTea is hosting her second "Artful Penpals" signup. Last year, I received a letter and package from Trinidad. The correspondence didn't continue between us; perhaps some people only want one letter! But that's certainly not always the case. Here's what Shelagh had to say about last year's success:
Tu Ami -- Moi!