There is something about holding a card; something about reading the words they choose to put in order for us. Something about thinking about them going to the store and picking THAT card; addressing it and taking it to the post office for us.
And us – receiving it!
Oh yes I miss all that. We don’t have to let that practice die. I too have tins of cards that have lifted me up through the years. I don’t think I’ll ever discard them. I love those memories. Thanks for touching on this. Some of us remember.
We’re still here. Let’s ‘show’ the younger ones by making it a point to open our kitchens to friends. If we do it often enough one day they’ll notice. Let’s hope. Thanks for this Anne.