Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view, Indicate precisely what you mean to say, Yours sincerely wasting away…
Even before I fell in love with the Beatles and their incredible lyrics, I wrote letters. I wrote letters because I received letters. It was the only way to communicate other than telephone and telegram. My Grandmother and her twin sister sent me letters on a regular basis. They were handwritten on pastel colored stationery with matching envelopes. Grandma and Aunt Martha’s handwriting styles were surprisingly similar as were their messages. They would tell me what they had done that day; things like picking flowers, what they cooked for lunch, what funny antics their kittens were up to. Sometimes they would tell me about something that happened to the neighbors or they would talk about the weather. Sometimes I would open the envelope and a four-leaf clover would…
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Retired Ruth 
Beautifully written!
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