I was young when I moved across the country from my childhood home. This was in 1981 and way before we knew everyone would have an iPhone in our pocket:) Calling was done from a pay-phone and it was always dark and freezing cold. Besides it was expensive. I loved writing letters and my mother did her best to write back but she was a talker not a writer. It was okay as long as there were something else added in the envelope - like money or chocolate. I have saved all those letters and one of these days I have to decide what to keep.
Working with my inspiration file for the Twelve Class at Big Picture Classes I found some cute cards and letters from my nephews. One letter written by one of the boys. Others written by the grown ups and signed by the boys. I love that I have saved those…
I can almost see my mother babysitting my nephew - something she did every day, scratching her head wondering what she could do to entertain the little bandit for a few moments. I can almost hear her saying: Come on – let`s write a letter to your aunt. She will be so happy to get a letter from you. I can certainly see the little boy with the innocent smile being all exited for a few moments before moving on with a scheming smile:)
What`s more funny is that the little boy`s mother is now doing the same thing with his children. Maybe this is why we have grandmothers?