We have to start writing letters. We have to start keeping journals. We have to start saving old dusty bits of paper.
Some how Grandma Foster was able to keep letters and notes and cards together. They were in a dusty old box of no real import. It is quiet an assortment of stuff. But every single little bit is treasure. A moment in time recited on fading paper with scratchy ink.
I have only read a few, skimmed alot and know it is a treasure chest. They need to be sorted and copied and preserved. They tell stories of adventures about little parts of every day lives. Bus trips from Oklahoma City in 1920. Senior proms and dresses remade. They are full of menu suggestions, Fried Chicken.... Mashed Potatoes.... Salad made from canned summer foods.
Write a letter to someone you love and know and share something mundane.
AND FOR GOD'S SAKE PUT THE DATE ON IT AND DON'T CUT OFF THE STAMP AND WHEN YOU RECEIVE IT MAKE SURE IT GETS BACK INTO IT'S ENVELOPE!!!!