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The Lasting Word

I’d be lying if I didn’t say computers have made my job, as a writer, far easier. To be able to back space and delete, copy and paste, save in various places… Well, you just can’t beat it.  ink-well

But there are drawbacks to the computer-written word, or, more specifically, the computer-written email as opposed to a good old fashioned letter. Letters, you tend to save. Emails you tend to save for a few weeks and then delete. You just do. And the story behind a yellowed letter that’s been unfolded and folded time and time again? Not really one that can be replicated with an email.

Which got me thinking. About letters I’ve written and letters I’ve received over the years. The saving kind of letters.

One I sent? That would be a thank you letter to my history teacher on the day of graduation from high school. Mr. Filo was the Dean of Discipline and thus, not always a favorite among the students (at least the ones who saw him on a frequent basis). Mr. Filo also taught a senior level history class. Prior to his class, I despised history. Mainly because we seemed to learn the same stuff year after year, always stopping around World War I…as if nothing important happened after that. But Mr. Filo? He asked us what we wanted to learn. And then he taught it. Not from a book. But by making it come alive through his words. He made a difference for me that year and I wanted him to know that. So I wrote him a letter. A real letter. Mr. Filo died two weeks later. To this day, I’m glad I took the time to sit down and say, “thank you.”

One I received? There’s been lots. From my kids, from the girl scouts I led for eight years, from friends… They’re all treasured. And saved. Why? Because someone took the time to let me know I mattered.

So how about you? Any letters you’ve written and/or received that stand out as keepers?

~Elizabeth

5 Responses to “The Lasting Word”

  1. Lynn
    June 3rd, 2010 at 6:43 am

    I loved being pen pals. I had people from NY write (okay that was a cabbie that offered a marriage proposal, but I don’t think I was wife #1). I had a girl from Hawaii and one of my friends who went off to college. All amazingly different locations and ones where I longed to be instead of stuck on a rural Idaho farm.

    For several years, I corresponded with an elderly Aunt, learning more during those letters about my family than in the seventeen years I spent in my mother’s house.

    I love letters.

  2. Chris C
    June 3rd, 2010 at 8:23 am

    Thanks for bringing up Mr. Filo. I never had him as a teacher, but the two or three times I got in trouble he seemed pretty fair. Deb had him as a teacher and liked him. I remember being in shock when he died.

    As for letters, I have most of the ones my wife sent me when I was in college. Cards too. I think she has the ones I’ve sent her. It has been years since I looked at them, but I know exactly where they are. Makes me wonder how couples today document their relationships?

    I have my first job offer letter still.

    Of course anything my kids have done for me I have in a folder.

  3. Elizabeth
    June 3rd, 2010 at 8:34 am

    Lynn, did you save those letters from your aunt? They might be neat to pass on to your son…

    Chris, I can still picture Mr. Filo so clearly. Nice man. Funny, too. And you know what? I wonder, too, how relationships are documented these days? Do people save emails in a computer folder? Somehow it’s just not the same.

  4. Lynn
    June 3rd, 2010 at 11:10 am

    I hope I have them in a box somewhere. My problem is we lost a lot of my boxes in the move. :(

    But it might be in my genology notebook which I need to get updated. Someday….

  5. Joe
    June 3rd, 2010 at 12:57 pm

    I couldn’t agree more. There’s something about a handwritten letter that email can’t duplicate. I think there’s emotion in the touch of a hand, even when it’s moving a pen across paper. Part of what you’re writing comes through in the ebb and flow of letters and lines across the page. And then, knowing the person who held the pen also touched the page, well, it’s immediately more intimate than keys punched and a mouse clicked, isn’t it?

    I probably most every letter my wife ever sent, back in the day. And I suppose she has mine.

    And then, there are letters the kids wrote when they were angry and didn’t want to speak to us. Keepers, all, those are. :)

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