The only penpals I ever really had were my husband, my parents, and then later my mother-in-law. I kept my hub's and mother's letters, but when I was writing my mother-in-law she could not write back.
This week I am still plowing through my hub's old, old family letters and correspondence. Yesterday I spent hours sorting through picture postcards, some of which are 90 years old.
At $6.00 a card on the Internet, we have a small fortune in never posted cards. But they won't be sold. That is waaaay too much trouble for me. Scanning, advertising, corresponding with buyers/collectors, packaging up, mailing, and of course organizing payment.
Think that is called WORK. I do not do WORK anymore!
But I digress. Back to penpals, now called blogpals. My hub comments that I have a fulltime job just reading all the blogs I am following. He sees the comments I have been receiving on my two blogspots and my invitations to link up. (Which I am never really sure how to do!!!)
I am having a good time. Isn't that what retirement is all about?
Here is just one example of the old, old cards.
Copenhagen, Tivoli Garden
I am a lover of ephemera, especially old letters and journals. It doesn't even have to be from my family. How I envy you the joy of going through all of those letters and postcards. Enjoy yourself.
ReplyDeleteI commend you on being disciplined to go through the tedious job of sorting family ephemera during retirement. I am a new retiree, and I'm with you, no more work!
ReplyDeleteI commend you on being disciplined to go through the tedious job of sorting family ephemera during retirement. I am a new retiree, and I'm with you, no more work!
ReplyDeleteSomeone has to go through it. Unfortunately I may be the last one. :( Linda
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