just a card in the box

My sister continues sorting boxes of keepsakes in our mother's garage-boxes of papers.
Recently she discovered a postcard addressed to me from my Nana Violet and mailed from California to Virginia in 1953. . .the find of the week!

My mother loved hand written letters, receiving-sending-saving.

And increasingly she distained electronic mail-

I kind of like it, myself. . .

But last week I sent a hand written note to an old friend here in town-

"I miss you, let's get together, I'm praying. . .call me!" I wrote (with my favorite pen)

And she did. The next day I listened to the sweet message she left on my phone,

"thanks for the note, I love the card-I can read it over and over, any time. that's nice!"

And in my mind I hear my mother's approval.