Blog Summary
Thoughts and Musings
2021 - Present
How do we cope when our bodies and minds aren’t what they were? How do we find purpose in life? Is adventure still on the horizon? Can we cope much less thrive in today’s chaotic environement? How might adventure change as we sprout wrinkles?
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Adventuring
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- Apr 15, 2022 Adventure finds you when least expected
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 10, 2021 Why Girl Scouts?
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
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Commentary
- Jul 18, 2023 AI is not the Monster, is it?
- Jul 1, 2023 Zooming with Ukrainians
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- May 15, 2022 Missed Rebellion
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Jan 17, 2022 Troubling Times
- Dec 23, 2021 Holiday Cards
- Dec 16, 2021 It’s not about me at Christmas
- Nov 27, 2021 Opera is not dead
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 19, 2021 Art Fights Gun Violence
- Jul 3, 2021 Humbled and Renewed
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- May 28, 2021 Dog Sitting
- Apr 28, 2021 Assumptions are Stupid
- Apr 22, 2021 First Kiss
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Feb 25, 2021 What’s in a Nickname?
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Feb 12, 2021 Breadth or depth?
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Medical Adventure
- Jun 11, 2023 Spine Surgery Epilogue
- Jun 4, 2023 Pushing too hard almost defeated me…
- May 30, 2023 A Step in the Wrong Direction
- May 21, 2023 No Bending, Lifting, Twisting
- May 16, 2023 Creeping Disabling Pain Got Me
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
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On Ageing
- Jun 7, 2022 Wise or Just Old?
- Nov 17, 2021 Memory on My Mind
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
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On Writing
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- May 16, 2022 They liked it!
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Feb 10, 2022 Rabbit Hole
- Oct 24, 2021 Fiction vs. Memoir
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 5, 2021 Ode to Southern Writers
- Mar 25, 2021 Criticism - Gift or Fault Finding?
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Mar 5, 2021 When writing ‘what you know’ is not enough
- Apr 22, 2020 The Writing Life
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Pandemic
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
Holiday Cards
Before 1840, only the wealthy could afford to send holiday cards. Mail was expensive, beyond the reach of most British people. That changed with railways. Their box cars carried much more mail than the horse-drawn carriages of the day, reducing mailing costs. To entice people to use the British mail service, the Victorians launched the modern Christmas card in 1843 with the ‘penny’ post card.
Before 1840, only the wealthy could afford to send holiday cards. Mail was expensive, beyond the reach of most British people. That changed with railways. Their box cars carried much more mail than the horse-drawn carriages of the day, reducing mailing costs. To entice people to use the British mail service, the Victorians launched the modern Christmas card in 1843 with the ‘penny’ post card.
Christmas cards grew steadily until, in 1915 in the U.S., the modern Christmas card industry appeared in Kansas City thanks to the Hall brothers (later to become the Hallmark company). They transformed the flat postcard into a folded book card format because people wanted more space to write holiday notes and greetings. The rest in history… as they say.
Today, using computers and apps, we can design our own cards and even have them signed and shipped automatically. It was easy to send several hundred in just hours, not days of effort. But those days are past. With electronic cards and social media, many people no longer send cards, they just post greetings. This is perfectly acceptable, but I continue to send paper cards through snail mail.
My Christmas card list is a memories inventory, over 60 years worth. Many names are those of family and close friends. But some names are living souvenirs from my past that influenced who I am today. I don’t talk with or see these people often. By sending them cards, I celebrate our shared experiences. Signing and addressing each card by hand is an intimate act that gives me joy and the time to relish the relationships and restore details of my life that should never be lost in the folds of time.
Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas!