Weekly Photo Challenge: Letters

I was born in an era of typewriters, snail-mail letters, no mobile phones, no emails, no personal computers. I still write letters by (untidy) hand and send them through the post. I’ve a treasure trove of letters written to me over a lifetime stashed away in my kist, including a love note from my husband, typed on a typewriter on a phone message note about 25 years ago :-), and a wonderful letter from a stranger regarding my father’s death notice in the newspaper.

And a few years ago, I discovered the many letters and postcards I’d written to my youngest niece over the years after I emigrated adorned the inside of her cupboard doors – she’d kept them all. We both prize what people have taken the time to write with us in mind.

There is one letter, though, that really breaks my heart when I re-read it now. It’s from a boy who grew up in South Africa in the years just after Apartheid officially ended. His name is Freedom and, at the time that he wrote this letter, he was a child without very many worldly possessions at all, but he was loved, and was full of joy and hope. And, as his letter shows, he had a genuine appreciation for so very little. bb-lettersFreedom’s mum, widowed early in her marriage, worked beyond hard to give him a good education, and she had high hopes for his future. He is now a young man but, unfortunately, due to some nefarious influences and bad choices, his life isn’t turning out so well.

My 5 picks from this week’s photo challenge at The Daily Post:

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28 thoughts on “Weekly Photo Challenge: Letters

  1. You made me stop and think deeply there, bb, as a child I wrote to a penpal in America, we lost touch but I wonder sometimes how her life has gone… The written word, so much more personal somehow… I do hope Freedom lives up to his name and fights free of the bad influences… xPenx

  2. That is such a sweet letter from Freedom. I wish him all the best and hope things turn out well for him. I used to write letters to my best friend in Singapore. She changed primary schools so we did this to stay in touch. But one day she stopped writing 😦 Ah, well. I still write the occasional postcard these days.

  3. What a beautiful letter from Freedom. I really hope things turn around for him. This post reminded me of something I found the other day – a telegram my husband sent to his parents when I had my first child. LOL – good grief, I don’t feel THAT old! (I dont know why he didn’t just ring them) 😀

  4. It’s great to keep letters (keeping an email just doesn’t have the same ring to it) – what did we do with ourselves in the olden days – it’s almost hard to believe that we didn’t have computers – I didn’t use one until Uni and then they were mainframes and not pc’s! I used to write to my friends when I lived overseas for a while – I don’t know if they kept them but it would be a hoot to read them again. ps. hope freedom finds his way – you never know

    • No, old emails definitely don’t have the same effect (smell, feel and look of the paper). I am glad I grew up in the non-digital era, but am around to see the technological age. We are fortunate to experience the best of both ages, and to learn in the different styles. I think our neurological mappings would be quite different to those of the tech-babies 😉

  5. I have worked with many boys, and girls, like Freedom. One does the best one can but, unfortunately, cannot take them out of the environment in which they live.

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