Five Minutes of Random Thoughts on Writing

I’m at the halfway mark of NaBloPoMo.  It’s been a lot harder for me to do then I thought it would be.  I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t been posting my best work.  I can write better than the stuff that I’ve been putting up over the last two weeks.   Sorry about that.

So…writing.

My mom, her sisters and my grandma used to write letters back and forth to each other to keep in contact.  This, of course, was well before desktop computers were even heard of and calling long distance was very expensive.  My mom and grandma always felt the need to use poetic license.  I loved having their letters read to me. The embellished stories they told always painted such a wonderful picture in my mind.

Mom always wrote her letters in a steno pad with a blue ball point pen. Grandma wrote her letters on thin, unlined white paper using a fine felt tip pen.  You had to be very careful not to get her letters wet or they would smear.  It’s funny that I remember so much about those letters and nothing about the letters I know that came from my aunts.

I always felt lucky when Mom would hand me used steno pad and a pen for me to write my own letters on.  I wrote stories to my grandma that were just as detailed as anything my mother wrote.  Unfortunately my three year old squiggles and scribbles weren’t  decipherable by anyone, including myself.   I can only wonder at the wonderful stories I wanted to share.

Times up.

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3 Responses to Five Minutes of Random Thoughts on Writing

  1. I loved those old steno pads–my grandma made notes on everything in those pads. She had stacks of them.

  2. Patti says:

    Well, I use to make a list of things that happened throughout the day, week or however long it was before I wrote the next letter, that way I always had hints to help me think of stuff to write about. I had/have a nack of taking the simplest things and turning them into something very interesting and beautiful. I remember that about a year and a half ago I wrote a letter to my brother, he hated computers. anyway nothing to say to him in that letter, so I looked out the window and told him about the area that we were parked in, I described it in great detail with a little extras thrown in to add to it a little. Soon after he received the letter he called me and told me what a wonderful letter that was, how much he injoyed it. It gave me a lot of pleasure him telling me that. He is gone now and it is a good member to have about him and his appreciateation. So the moral of this story, don’t give up on making someone else happy by spending a hour or so of sharing.

    • Susan says:

      Great moral Mom.

      I had forgotten that you made notes so you could remember what to say. I also recall you copying the same letter over to send to everyone on your list so you wouldn’t have to think of something new to write! Mass media at it’s finest!