I was just working on my new fabric line which will come out next spring. I am using a wonderful hand written letter from my Great-Grandmother to my grandmother as one of the design elements. It was a farewell letter written to her daughter when she left Switzerland to immigrate to America at age 18. It is a sweet tender letter, and the penmanship is beautiful. Anyway, I was thinking about how we don’t write anything anymore. In just a few generations that has basically been lost. I did save one note my mom wrote to me when I was a little girl...
“Dear Miss Jill, When I send word for you to come home, young lady, I mean it....”
It was hand delivered to me by my younger brother while I was playing in the neighbor’s yard. Somehow I don’t think it rises to the level of a family heirloom.
Things I write to my kids are usually done on a white board or on the back of an envelope as I run out the door. Part of it is that I am not sure that I want anything that I might write down saved for generations to come. It is a little intimidating. Maybe that is why I have a hard time writing in a journal. (I say as I post this blog for the whole world to see...)