by Tom Purcell
I can’t recall the last time I wrote or received a handwritten letter – but it’s time to send such letters again.
The reasons why the handwritten letter died are obvious: e-mail, text messaging and cellphones. With how quick those innovations make whipping off a note, why would anybody take an hour to hand-write one?
But how much better off might we be if we started sending such letters again?
I’ve kept every handwritten letter I ever got, in boxes in my attic. One Saturday in 2000, when I was moving from Pittsburgh to Washington, D.C., organizing and storing stuff soured my mood, Until I stumbled upon a handwritten letter I’d received in 1985.
I can’t recall the last time I wrote or received a handwritten letter – but it’s time to send such letters again.
The reasons why the handwritten letter died are obvious: e-mail, text messaging and cellphones. With how quick those innovations make whipping off a note, why would anybody take an hour to hand-write one?
But how much better off might we be if we started sending such letters again?
I’ve kept every handwritten letter I ever got, in boxes in my attic. One Saturday in 2000, when I was moving from Pittsburgh to Washington, D.C., organizing and storing stuff soured my mood, Until I stumbled upon a handwritten letter I’d received in 1985.