For those of you of my generation and before, you know that little saying on my title. You may have written it on an envelope to be mailed as well. Or maybe you wrote: SWAK (Sealed with a Kiss). OR Sorry So Sloppy, Longer Letter Later... I guess our own version of the texting versions of shortcuts & codes.
As Monday arrived, I knew I must tackle at least one of my many projects that have been waiting patiently. I chose to work on Photo Organizing... Yes, yes. I know I get so caught up in the memories, good & bad. It is a task that always takes me days as I will get side tracked and I am off doing something else such as today, under-covering some long lost photos that BEGGED to be posted on FaceBook. So, 2 hours later after scanning, tagging, and writing descriptions, I got my 40-some photos up.
That wasn't the only treasure I found.
I found a shoebox stuffed with letters. From the Besties, parents, and Grandparents, written 1977-1981. That is part of High School, and my one year at Vincennes University.
Wow. Talk about some memories. I only opened a few. They brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes I forget how things really were. Some things not so important, turn out to be pretty important. There are so pretty heavy (in a good way) things that were brought to me. I was truly loved by my friends. And my family.
Looks like I was missed when not around.
Most of you know that I spent my summers living in Texas with my Grandparents, during my teen years. It turned out to be the best thing that could ever happen to me and I am extremely grateful that I had those wonderful summers. They were AMAZING. And what I got from my Grandparents few ever get to experience. I was truly Blessed.
The letters that I received, saved and found in this box, show some love from those that missed me. As a teen, I was also kept up on the teen drama & gossip. Some stuff that may not have been written about was in these letters. Remember Young'ens we didn't have cell phones let alone texting & emailing opportunities.
Rarely did you call long distance... Lord knows we "Thought" that was so expensive! So we would write letters, and wait a week to get one back. But we wrote back and forth all the time. Then when we went off to college, we wrote each other back & forth, back & forth.
I have some reading to catch up on tonight. Hopefully, they will be full of the good stuff and not open up some wounds... I'm hoping anyway.
I really need to start writing letters again. It is becoming such a lost art.
I think I will sign off for now and write two brave young nephews that are in Boot Camps right now. That's what I need to do.
The photographs spilled out on the tables, and the letters on the floor, can wait.