Snail Mail is quaint and archaic and rendered even more fabulous by the huge contrast of its nature with the whole internet messaging thing. The fact that the postperson has to carry it in his or her real hands, the fact that the pieces of card or paper have been touched and marked by the person sending their love. The fact that it has had to travel all the way along a physical route to reach your door.
Solid affirmations of support, that’s what they are. The very best were made by my RDA pupils. Pictures of horses and people and flowers. I had not expected them really to notice or mind that I wasn’t there. After all, the ponies are the main ingredient of their weekly riding experience. I must admit on opening the envelope Strong Woman flew out the window and I cried.
The offspring of Jean David Jimmy Kay Meg Bobby Linty certainly know how to rally round. The clan share this belief that no matter what evils befall us, all can be helped, nay cured, with a well-chosen postcard, sent promptly and with love.
These missives have been pouring steadily through the door for the last three weeks, from Canada, Scotland, England and France. Some (sent by Auntie Meg mainly) are almost illegible, but who cares? It’s a POSTCARD.
My cousin Jeanie (yes, one of the twenty seven) once wrote a wee rhyme upon the subject. I can’t really say it any better so here it is:
When your soul was clothed in starlight
And your dreams were quite pristine,
Your heart was yet unbroken
Your neurones all agleam
You felt up for the adventure
Of a pointless life on Earth
And you chose the Stiven Family ‘cos
You thought they lived in Perth (okay poor rhyme, who wants to be born in Perth?)
Then drifting from the Somethingness
That seems like empty space
And floating up, through the Mists of Time
You were about to face
Or were they bats?
(They didn’t look like toasters.)
Welcoming you to the clan:
the Stiven Family Postcards!
“Oh we’re alive
and we’re at rest
We wish you all the very best
(and there’ll always be a cup of tea
As you clamber in our family tree)
It isn’t much
but we’ll keep in touch
as you ride life’s roller coaster
Yes! You’ll find that we
Are rather good at
Sending timely Postcards.”
Oh they never come to visit
It’s much too dear to phone
Clicking send is tricky
You begin to feel alone
Does anybody love you?
Do they even know you’re there?
They’ve passed on or
There’s nobody there…..
But the day you wake up
Not quite right
You’re feeling rather poor
Ly, you hear a flutter on the breeze
A scuffling ‘neath the door
THE STIVEN FAMILY POSTCARDS
Are on their Merry Way!
The STIVEN FAMILY POSTCARDS
Are Here To Save The Day!
(ps. sorry if your postcard is not featured in the picture. Team Declutter did rather a thorough job so quite a few things have gone missing, including the dog bowls, the bicarb of soda, the colander, I could go on….)