Sumojo It seems that more and more children don't want anything that the parents see as sentimental. No cards, no letters, no toys, nothing from childhood. That is sad to me. I still have my baby shoes that were preserved. And a few stuffed toys my mother saved for me. Precious to me all these many years later. Yearbooks, pictures. What about all that history?
Hi it’s good to see you around the old place again after an absence. Yes things keep changing and evolving but as they say, “nothing stays the same” and it’s a good thing. I love new contests, I find I need prompts to encourage me to write and prompts here are numerous. I discovered I actually could write a little poetry but find it hard to always follow strict guidelines.
But whatever it is, whether a bit of blogging, a hundred word story or even a poem it keeps me writing something each day.
The thing that interested me most about your answer to the prompt was the fact your parents had saved this from your childhood. I saved so many drawings and cards and certificates etc for my children and when I offered them, each separately packed with their name, they said they didn’t want them!
It made me wonder why we save such childhood mementos, for the kids? No, probably for ourselves. We can’t bear to throw away that raggedy bear, or the letter with “I Love You Mummy” scrawled on it.
I agree with not doing any sensitive business online, by cell phone or any other matter that gets your personal information out into the cyber world. I found out quite by accident someone in India hijacked me and used my info to set up an Instagram account. I was going to make a fuss, but now I have to jump through so many hoops just to prove I am who I say I am. It's just not worth it. I'll stick with my landline until they grab it from my house.
Today a friend told me she was unable to do anything in the big city nearby because the main internet carrier was down, for hours. She couldn't see her doctor, couldn't shop. All is driven by the internet now. Crazy.
I still send mail. I love getting mail. I'll continue to use the mail until they for some dumb reason take that away from us as well.
Did you see all the new stuff in the Awardicon shop?! I love the plaques and the fun stuff. I did notice that the actual WdC shop doesn't have any more T-Shirts or hoodies for sale. I miss those.
I'm rather sad that so many of the old contests and activities have closed. There were some really good ones.
I agree with you, there are times we simply need the comfort holding a written document or confirmation of the details of a conversation. Text messages are great for some things. But what can be better than receiving a signed letter, one a person can put in a safe place without having to scroll through long lists of texts to prove that was what someone had said.
I love receiving something in the mail other than business stuff. A personal invitation or just a note with a personally penned sentiment.
You know I even like a bill I can stick on the fridge to remind me to pay it, but now we have to pay for paper bills.
In Australia we are only getting mail ( other than parcels) three times a week. It’s all because the post office aren’t making enough money from letters. How about subsidising the huge amount they are making now in the vast increase in parcel post because of on line shopping?
What a great momento of a wonderful family memory. I remember saving what seemed like forever as a teenager for an original Nintendo console. They had only been out a year or so. I distinctly remember faking a few sick days so I could skip school and play all day while mom was at work! My favorite games were The Lion King, King Kong and tetris.
Write about a time where you overheard or saw something you weren't meant to. What was it, and - in retrospect - are you better off or worse off for having overheard/witnessed it?
Oh, there have been so many! The one that first comes to mind happened about a year ago. I was at school, studying for finals in the law library, and a rather snooty classmate was studying nearby. I could easily hear him, but I wasn't visible from where he was sitting. Out of nowhere, he started talking on his phone. Although he was talking quietly, I could easily hear because of the quiet atmosphere.
I wasn't deliberately trying to eavesdrop on his conversation, but when a stack of book about the law of the UCC are in front of you with the words blurring together, anything seems more interesting. To make a long story short, I found out that the short, dumpy guy and his wife were swingers! I mean, this was a guy who looked remarkably like a young Ben Franklin! I never let him know that I overheard the conversation, but I'm sure he noticed the blush creeping across my cheeks when I talked to him thereafter. Needless to say, I think I would have been better off to have blocked out the conversation and kept reading.
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