Something old...

I sent off the three postcards for the names assigned to me through postcrossing. I got back into it after a long hiatus because I had this sudden urge to collect postal stamps, which was the end-result of a renewed interest in the wonders of correspondence.

Some links: send more mail, because I really felt it, letter writers alliance, 300 love letters.

And new ones to explore: passion for letters and the letter writing revolution.

I mourn all the letters my father tore up just before we left home. I don't know if my mom kept her diary or the letters she wrote my dad, or the ones she got from her parents and sisters, but I mourn the loss anyway. I had some stamps that were my mother's, back when my dad was a seaman, I guess. I wonder where they ended up?

So I'm beginning a collection from the ground up, picking up a sheet of three stamps (local, us and intl.) from the post office. I just liked the graphic design. And then I'll eagerly await letters from all over. And maybe get some more penpals to keep them coming. I'm collecting them for art value, not future worth.

Now I want to go back to a flea market to root through old papers and things.

I'm a little bit of a rat.

P.S. Almost bid on a typewriter, but I couldn't log on to ebay. And now I'm not sure I want it. Oh well.