Why not try: Good intentions of a hand written letter
I SOMETIMES wonder when my two-year-old daughter will realise there was a time when it was not possible to have a video conference with a loved one on the other side of the world via a palm-sized device.
Prohibitively expensive international calling rates are still well etched in my generation-X memory.
My first trip overseas, at the age of 18, had me travel to the land of the rising sun on a working holiday visa. Although I sent my very first email on that trip, very few people I knew had email addresses in 1997 so we communicated the good fashioned way - via letter.
I still have all of the letters I received while on that trip. Every single one. My family kept most of the letters I sent them while on that trip.
Looking through these letters, with their atrocious spelling and grammar scrawled across the pages, a flood of memories return. They offer so much more than emails ever will. Electronic font doesn't start to shrink towards the end of an email in an attempt to cram more information on the page. The deliberate, careful handwriting doesn't slowly regress into chicken scratch as the hand tires. Emoticons don't have the same punch as an illustration.
So, with this in mind, while on a recent trip interstate, I decided to write my wife a hand-written letter to let her know how much I care. I didn't have the foresight to pack any writing paper so I made do with what was at hand: the back of a sick-bag. Unused, I really shouldn't have to add.
The letter is adorned with art and all the trimmings a wife should expect. The contents were straight from my heart and delivered with my utmost sincerity.
Upon arrival at my destination, I realised that I didn't have any stamps, and even if I did buy an envelope and stamp, it wouldn't arrive until after I got back. So, I snap a photo of the letter with my phone and send it to her.