Is letter writing becoming a lost art?
Some people still do.
I do too.
Just in a different manner.
I used to write letters in late elementary years to junior high school with my grandfather.
I believe it was around 2002 to 2006.
There will always be something so wonderfully appreciate about those handwriting, paper choice, the smell of the letter and ink (yes, he used a traditional pen), and a beauty I will always remember in tearing the envelope, while observing the stamp.
All my teenage life I spent time to write and pour my feelings into long essay of words, not just a short shot of tweets (still never use twitter until today) to my mother, because that was the best way I can do to express my feeling, without disturbance, without worrying about whether the one who read it has actually read it or replied it, or being online at the time I sent it.
I put personal letter beside the birthday gift I gave to some, written in handwriting, and I still write letters and send it, now with electronic device as in e-mail, to my boyfriend once in awhile.
No emoji, just words and feelings.
Taking some length to write a paragraph will do you a good time learning to review your language, your choice of words, and your grammar.
Now, you’ve just learned another nonverbal eloquence.
And when he replied it, it became one of the sexiest memory you can have rather than just a screenshot of chats (yes, we do chat too).
Obviously, it still hasn’t reached half way of romanticism of conventional letter, but I think everything will eventually change by the dynamic progress of living.
It does not necessarily mean something bad, though.
No, those of us who enjoyed it way back when are still at it.
We stopped using pens, paper, and postage stamps a long time ago, because there’s no need for those any more.
But otherwise, the content and the nature of the activity are still the same.
Long, meandering thoughts, anecdotes, descriptions, reminiscence.
It’s a great way to spend some quiet hours, and then look forward to the reply.
What does seem to be a dying art and skill is handwriting.
My use of longhand dwindled down to signing cheques some time ago, and now I don’t even do that.
I had to sign some legal documents recently, and was dismayed by how much of the skill had left my hand.
I could still hold the pen with confidence and poise, but as soon I started to move it, oy.
I made some authoritative squibbles that didn’t look even remotely like my name, and glared at the lawyer, silently daring him to challenge my work.
It was as if he too had a secret.
Yes, I can see all of you reaching for a pen and the back of an envelope as you finish reading this post.
My third eye, it is open.
Is letter writing becoming a lost art?
I just learned that cursive script is no longer being taught in many public school curriculums.
When I was in sixth grade in Linden, New Jersey, Mr.
Kelly gave a history quiz every Friday.
Various pupils “auditioned” by writing the five questions on the blackboard.
I don’t remember if I was voted in or chosen by the teacher, but it became my Friday afternoon job.
I took the test first at the teacher’s desk, then reached to the very top of the board to write Question #1 straight across, in my pleasingly rounded, vertical-oriented handwriting.
I always felt special as an eleven year old with this impressive responsibility.
Budding writer that I was, I wrote individually tailored thank you notes to the giver and the gift, starting with my Bat Mitzvah at age thirteen.
Instead of getting a headache from the screen, I developed cramps in my fingers — but I completed the project because I thought it was important.
On occasion I still write a letter with pen and stationery.
I keep a stack of cards and envelopes, usually bought in a museum gift shop, and a page of those little perforated patches of paper that will get your envelope and its contents to any destination around the world.
No form of art should be “lost” or discouraged or put out of business just because something new comes along.
Yes, artists create graphic design on their Mac software but still mix colors and apply their brush to canvas as did the Great Masters centuries ago.
Hollywood produces films and TV series, but these new media developments didn’t replace live theatre.
Records, cassettes, CDs, streaming, so far have not replaced the experience of musicians performing for an audience.
Once in a while, the visceral feeling of using my arm and my hand as the conduit from my mind to the paper enriches the creative process for me.
Maybe the recipient will be pleased, but most importantly, the writer has written.
Why not write a letter to someone today?
Letterwriting is claimed to be a lost artform.
The fact that postal services worldwide still have to handle literally tons of letters on a daily basis is clue enough that letterwriting is not ‘lost’ — artform or no artform.
But speaking of it as an ‘artform,’ the ‘art’ part of it certainly does seem to have gone down a bit in quality over years in my experience.
In the old days (certainly in my younger days), writing letters was almost the only pragmatic way to communicate that balanced practicability and cost.
In short, frequent practice — people were better in writing letters then because they had a lot of practice in it because it was the chief way to communicate.
It’s also a matter of ‘attitude’ as well.
People in the old days tended to have a more ‘prescriptive’ attitude to letters — in contrast to the more relaxed attitude to correspondence nowadays (perhaps because of the rise of ‘easier’ methods of correspondence).
In this age of emails , instant messaging and loads of things helping us get the message out very quickly.
But the missing element is we are connected yet not connected.
In fact, meeting people is so easy that all you need is a swipe or enroll into a group and there you are exposed to tons of people who are there because of the same madness.
Everytime there is something like this which comes all along, we sign up thinking there is someone who will come along and make us feel special.
But the people whom we meet are flaky, not caring and it's about the chase, the rest ends up with a detached half-hearted feeling.
We all long back to get our childhood back because of a lot of smaller things that made it really special.
One of them is writing handwritten letters to your best friends or relatives or anyone who is special.
From the smell of the paper to the gum getting stuck to our fingers but suddenly its just disappeared.
From tons of friends on Facebook but not a real friend and a detached you from even your folks, somewhere we are keeping too much at stake for the people we love.
While buying gifts is real easy on a mother’s day but she would be more touched if you send out a handwritten letter to her, telling how much you missed her.
Yes, you have to reinvent the wheel, from practicing to write flawlessly to getting the feel of the pen to posting it.
Looks like an absolute pain but worry not, welcome
Of course! It may be less popular in the age of technology, but plenty of people still do, particularly older folks and those without access to the internet or cell phones.
I still write letters and send cards now and then to other family members, and I also did this to keep in contact with my then-boyfriend-now-husband back when he was in Army Basic Training.
I still have all the +50 letters he sent me, and he also keep the ones I sent to him, and this was only 3 years ago.
Writing letters requires more time and energy to do, and the act of writing a letter is more personal than a text message.
Progress in inevitable, I do hope that writing on paper doesn’t get faded out, but only time will tell.
As someone that is living abroad and far away from my family and friend, I personally really enjoy letter writing.
Every few weeks I try to send postcards and/or letters to my loved ones, even the ones I still phone call.
It really just feels so special to get something in the mail just for you (that isn’t a bill).
I think it really strengthens bonds even amongst the distance.
I’ve also used letter writing as a way to help me get past break ups, whether with a significant other or a friend.
Just sitting and writing down all my thoughts and feelings as if I am talking to the person is so therapeutic.