As I have previously noted, I didn't have many friends in high school, but I did try to correspond with some of them after I went to college. It's hard to imagine now, when people text each other the most mundane stuff, but long-distance phone calls were prohibitively expensive in those days. My sister, who lived out of state, often made cassette tapes for my mother, & vice versa, rather than spending lots of money on telephone calls.
In my case, I wrote letters. I wrote lots of letters. I sometimes felt I spent way more time & energy on the letters I wrote than I could find in the letters I received, if receive them I did. I often did not. It seemed a weird thing to me, that I could take an hour to write something clever & get a response that took only minutes to read. But that was the only game in town, really. The two summers I returned to my hometown from college, I tried to write to college friends. Most of them didn't write back.
It's hazy but I think I had pretty much given up writing people from my past by the time email rolled around. & that revolutionized everything. Except the whole time writing vs time reading equation. In fact, email made correspondents even more lazy. I would write paragraphs & get single words in response. At least one person I loved dearly was offended by my characterizing our email exchange in that way that she never wrote to me again. Never again! A letter unreturned, at least, had more poignancy.
Yet I retain a fondness for the mails, for letters & postcards, & occasionally think I'll make an effort to write to folks regularly, send them packages of silly things, attempt to share something of the magic of those early days. People don't mail much anymore. I haven't stepped into a post office once since I've been back in Texas. That makes me just a little sad.
P.S. This is the 2900th post on this blog. I don't know if I meant to make a big deal of it, but I figured I should mention it. Hooray!
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