June 3, 2003

Sitting down and writing letters to her parents on the distant California coast was a constant with my mother.  People wrote more in those days. They took time to pick up a pen, a piece of good paper and sit down and write. That art is quickly disappearing now in the 21^st century.

Being the dreamer that I am, I’m nostalgic for those times…. and now I think I realize what it is about writing that catches my fancy.  From before I was born deep inside my mother’s womb, I remember my mother sitting down and writing, collecting her thoughts and carefully but without thought putting them on paper. My grandchildren will remember their mothers sitting at a computer. They will remember the sound of the computer keys and the constant and quick movement of their mother’s fingers across the keyboard. But I remember the almost noiseless sound of the pen as it worked its way across the paper guided by my mother’s hand.