Archives for the month of: August, 2012

All-in-one paper and envelope

I’ve mentioned those all-in-one paper and envelope things before. Look what I came across from Oh So Cherished in the UK. A whole pad of fold and mail stationery featuring Milton the cat, no less. Milton is featured in a series of children’s books by author Hayde Ardalan. Definitely worth a gander if you have kids, like cats or prefer really easy reads.


Reflections on the recent 10-Day Letter Writing Challenge

From a friend…
From a frien

Shaun Usher is the author of a blog called Letters of Note. It is a curated collection of fascinating letters, notes and other correspondence and I think I will be spending many a casual moment perusing it until I have read all of his posts.

This post in particular really struck me. It is from Clementine Churchill to her husband Winston Churchill. It is not a love letter although it is written with love.

It was J’s birthday this past weekend. I got him (us) season seven of the original Hawaii Five O series, and I  wrote him a love letter. This could be the only love letter in the history of the world that starts, “Happy 42nd birthday to you, love of my life.” and ends with, “Don’t hate me.”

He chuckled which is the important thing.

For the benefit and delight of future generations

Yesterday this new story crossed my desk. A museum in Norway has been holding onto a package for 100 years that was finally opened yesterday. All they knew was that a prominent man in Norwegian politics, Johan Nygard, gave the package to town administrators in the early 1900s, saying its contents would “benefit and delight future generations.”

It was known that Johan Nygard assisted in organizing a 300th anniversary celebration of a battle that the town won against the Scots in 1612 so it was believed that the package may contain documents relating to this battle or the anniversary celebration he helped plan. Sure enough, inside were telegrams relating to the the celebration and other correspondence and literature. The package contained letters, newspapers, notebooks, a drawing, and community council papers all from the early part of the 20th century.

“This is like gold for us museum people,” said one of the museum’s directors.

This story reminded me of an early trip my family made to Victoria where I was enthralled by a time capsule located on the grounds of the BC Legislature. I recall it was sealed up in 1950s and is slated to be opened in the 2050s. Maybe someone can confirm that one for me. Sherrill?

All I know is, I remember telling my brother that I would still be alive when it was opened but that he probably wouldn’t be. When you’re seven, a three-year age difference seems like centuries.

What could you bury in your walls or garden that might benefit and delight future generations?

Kids and letters

As Christmas approaches each year I consider what – if anything – to send to my little cousins in England. Their mother routinely says, “Just send a letter. They love your letters.”

How cool is that. Adolescents who love receiving letters. I’m not saying they don’t also love their iPod Touch and their Xbox, but they love my letters which means they’ll probably grow up to be letter writers too. Which also means they will likely take pride in writing out actual words instead of lol’ing and brb’ing well into their adulthood. One can only hope.

I’m wondering how many other kids out there also love receiving letters and writing them and if I can convince some of them to take up a 10-day letter writing challenge or something equally fun and interactive with their friends or classmates.

I was a few months into this letter-a-day blog challenge when my friend Keri told me a story. She was in hospital for the treatments that accompany a cancer diagnosis. While she was there a friend’s mother wrote her a card every single day. Not just one card but a card for every day she was in hospital. How awesome is that? And she found them to be wonderfully uplifting which was exactly the point of the cards.

I am continually amazed that something so simple can have such a positive impact in people’s lives. People remember those thoughtful gestures and it’s an inexpensive way to make a strong connection with people. If you don’t already know, it’s $ .61 to send a letter within Canada, $1.05 to send one to the US, and  $1.80 to send one overseas.

Keri also took my 10-day letter writing challenge. In a recent text message she wrote, “As my friends and family start getting the cards I’m really looking like a hero.”

See? Tell me. When does a person look like a hero after sending an e-card? Answer me that.

Blackberry Street Party

One of the reasons I went back to Powell River for a second visit this summer was for the Blackberry Street Party that happens in mid-August. It’s a Friday night event where they shut off many blocks of Marine Avenue. There are food vendors and entertainment and it’s a celebration of all things blackberry. Blackberry shortcake seems to be the big seller.

It is amazing to see so many people out for this event in a town this size.

I wrote a letter back to my penpal Mary who lives in Saskatoon and told her all about it.

A few days after the party, mum and I picked some blackberries in the neighbourhood. Iris helped too:

Iris was caught red-handed pilfering blackberries off the ground and sometimes even right off the bush!

10-Day Letter Writing Challenge Bonus Gift

Those who pledged to complete my 10-day letter writing challenge and who commented on the appropriate blog posts are receiving a pack of my original card designs as seen below. This pack is for Sherrill. I still need snail mail addresses from Elizabeth and Charity. Send them over ladies and I’ll pop your cards in the mail this week.

52 Weeks of Mail

Botanical Paperworks, the folks in Winnipeg who supply me with seeded paper picked me to receive this week’s card in their 52 weeks of mail promotion. Not only did I receive this seeded card from them but I also got a bonus seeded postcard which I will be sending out to someone soon. Next year I’m aiming to plant some of this paper in a pot and see what comes up although it would be best to plant it outside where the environment is actually closer to being “wild”. Seems a bit tragic to confine wildflowers to a pot but I’ll do what I can with what I’ve got. Maybe I’ll plant some of this paper along the train tracks near False Creek where I often walk Iris. It would be nice to see some pop up next year on our walks.