The video below came my way this morning.
It reminds me that I miss my tap dancing class and all the ladies from the class. I miss looking forward to class each week, and to the excitement of learning a new dance, with new steps. I miss the anticipation of the recital and then the quickness with which it is over. Months of work and it’s over in a few short minutes.
There are a few things I miss in this 21st century life.
Like getting letters in the mail. I’ve always been one who is excited about receiving mail and find few things more disappointing than an empty mailbox at the end of the day. When I was a young girl I used to get letters and cards from my grandmothers. In college I received mail from a lot of people and many times those letters were the highlight of my day. I loved them so much that I still have many of them from over 40 years ago. I have one sitting beside me now, dated July 14, 1969. It was sent to my cousin and I who were 13 then, and at Girl Scout camp. It’s from my younger sister, Diane. She wrote that letter on her 10th birthday. Imagine. She took time on her birthday to write me a letter. It wasn’t an earth shattering letter – was more what you expected in those days from 10 year old letter writers. She asked how we were and then asked a series of questions. She signed it with love and added a “write back” at the end. I can tell from the letter that she took pride in what she was doing – each cursive letter and word carefully crafted. People don’t write letters like they did 44 years and 9 months ago.
Here’s a funny thing. My mom addressed the envelope that contained that letter, but it didn’t have a zip code on it. And it got there anyway. Imagine that.
I miss that kind of care. Once upon a time someone at the USPS cared enough to make sure that letter got to me even without a zip code on it. I remember writing letters to my grandparents and addressing the envelopes with “Grammy” or Grammy and Grampa” and they always got there.
That 1969 letter from my sister had a six cent stamp on it. I miss that too! I miss popsicles I could buy for a nickle that were HUGE, and cherry cokes at the drug store for 10 cents, and gas that was 35 cents a gallon.
I miss my friend Brian, who went with me to the drugstore in the summer after swim lessons and always ordered orange sherbet with butterscotch sauce when he had a quarter. If I had a quarter too, I’d have a scoop of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and nuts.
I miss being able to eat vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce every day all summer long. And nuts.
This week I’ve called a few people about a few things.
I called Ebay’s customer service to try to resolve a problem with an item I’d purchased. I spoke to a woman with a strong Indian accent and I missed a lot of what she was saying. I asked her to repeat herself – often – and to slow down. I called DirectTV to inquire about satellite television and I spoke to two different women. Both of whom I had to ask to slow down and speak more clearly. They didn’t have accents, but they sure were hard to understand.
I miss the days when people took their time on the phone – maybe because time didn’t mean money.
I miss rotary dial phones because, personally, I thought they were way cooler looking than cell phones.
How cool is this?
Just like Grammy’s!
I miss lunches of corn chowder with my Gram.
I miss playing with the phone cord while I talked to my boyfriend for hours, until someone came on the line, frustrated, telling me they needed to make a call. Sometimes that someone else on the line didn’t even live in my house. Imagine that! Conference calls before we even knew what they were
There are a lot of things that have gone away that were perfectly good things. I know it’s inevitable that as life goes on things will change. For the most part I’m okay with that. There are some things I miss that I do have control over. . .
. . .like braiding my hair, having litters of kittens in the house, embroidered cotton tops, and Dr. Scholl’s wooden sandals. Yet, I’m not sure I’ll invite them back into my life. Sometimes the memories are enough.
What is it that you miss?