Reblogged from Vanbytheriver. I do hope for more!
It might be a dying art, but there is something so special about the handwritten letter.
I have saved so many over the years; some from friends, most from family.
None were more special than those from my Aunt Mary.
She was 6 years younger than my mother, her only sister. She was more devoted to the written word than anyone I knew.
She wrote constantly. She read everything.
It was a passion that started very young.
She was stricken with polio as a toddler, spent most of her childhood in a Shriner’s Hospital in Philadelphia, never attended a formal school.
Bright, curious, determined, with a few tutors, she was mostly self-taught.
Books opened doors to a rich, informed life.
Conversant in popular culture, a devoted fan of cinema, TV, modern and classic literature; she was also politically aware, passionately opinionated.
She was also a foodie, wine enthusiast, gourmet cook. Engaged a few times, but…
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