I come from a family of postal workers, so it saddens me when I hear stories on NPR about how the USPS is suffering. Our progress has made it fade from what it once was. When I was home for my grandmother’s funeral in February, I spent a few hours going through my great-grandmothers correspondence with family in friends back in middle Tennessee. With their gloriously slanted, perfect penmanship, the ladies writing her letters asked if she had seen a color television yet, they asked if she would pray for them, they described how beautifully their gardens were turning out. Each of the letters had the light, lingering scent of Shalimar, or Youth Dew, or Chanel No. 5.
I love getting letters. Who doesn’t? A handwritten note, a birthday card, a baby announcement.
So here’s my idea. In honor of my Uncle Bob (my favorite mailman), who passed away while I was living in Alaska, I would like to start a correspondence with my readers. I promise to write old fashioned letters to you, sprayed with perfume, once a month. If you like, you can write back (or draw back, or send a photo, or a pressed flower, or a newspaper clipping you found interesting). I’ll share some of what I receive on my tumblr site.
If you’re interested in sharing in this experiment, email me your address to silverhopefin (at) gmail (dot) com.
Maybe I’ll tell you about how the fireflies are out already, how they’re blinking in the night next to my azaleas. Maybe you’ll tell me about your first love.
more info can be found about the project here: https://silverfinofhope.wordpress.com/join-my-mailing-list-literally/