A small sample of the treasures I keep in a bin in the closet.

I am forever grateful that I lived during a time when writing letters was a normal, near-daily activity. Long distance phone calls were far, far more expensive than stamps. So we sent mail. I got to participate in a ritual that was similar to that of the people I’m reading about, who lived hundreds of years ago. It is now all but extinct. But this should give you an idea of the joy they still bring me.

I am also grateful I didn’t throw them away. They are curiosities now, and sadly, I do not recognize some of the names anymore. Yet I love them just the same.

Those PO boxes haven’t belonged to me in years; you won’t find me there.