You’ve Got Mail
Ben was a great believer
in the gentle, scholarly art
of letter writing.
I still have his letters.
I save all my correspondence.
—from a novel by Daniel Hecht
My family moved to London at the beginning of my senior year in high school in 1967. Suddenly I lived an ocean away from my friends in New Jersey. The postal system became my lifeline.
In the years since, I have never lost my passion for connecting with others through the mail. I love telling a story and sending it on a journey through the post, or receiving a letter with my name written in the hand of a friend. I love the thrill of breaking and entering an envelope.
A year after moving to London, when I headed to college in Connecticut 3000 miles away—this time away from my family—my mom thought to pen me a letter enough in advance of my arrival on campus that I’d have mail waiting for me in P.O. Box 435. Brilliant!
In that spirit, I have created and sent postcards to my granddaughters so they’ll have correspondence waiting for them on the first mail delivery day at Camp Takodah tomorrow. 
3.5 x 5.5″ postcards; ink, acrylic, pencil, and collage on card stock
abstract
2023
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8 responses to “You’ve Got Mail”
Carol, thx! Indeed, a wonderful tradition. I have vivid memories of receiving mail at camp, first as a camper. Then, later, as a leader, not only did I RECEIVE mail but also I had the thrill of being the one who got to go into the office to pull all the mail from my cabin’s pigeon hole to DELIVER to everyone in our cabin group!
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Thx, Sheila!
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