I’ve undertaken a major cleanup of my garage, with a special focus on the boxes of untouched keepsakes that move with me over time.
Photos, yes. But I didn’t anticipate the letters. What a find! I found a series of postcards from my grandmother’s world travels sent to me as a little girl. I don’t remember ever reading these. To see her handwriting and to hear her voice in these notes now that she’s passed away is such a gift. My storage methods haven’t done these keepsakes any favors but fortunately I’m addressing that just in time.
My husband took a routine business trip to Asia this week, and I told him to send our kids a postcard. Ephemeral emails and texting erase all future possibility of discovering these important connections again somewhere down the road.
So put a postcard in the mail. Who knows when it might turn up again?
-Sari McConnell at email@example.com