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Not just one... 3 years ago

Years ago during a time when my husband was on TDY with the Guard and I was in an unfamiliar town at slightly loose ends, I picked up a magazine that had a pen-pal column and wrote a letter.

At the time, I thought I’d get a big map for the wall and put green sticky-dots on each place from which a letter came, and use that to help my two very young sons learn a little geography.

It was three years before the first letters came, eight in one week, then in one day…I decided on receiving the first that I’d write back by hand and that I’d exchange at least three letters before making any judgements. I hung the map. I found my sticky-dots.

I received over 150 first responses to the letter I sent to that magazine (a slightly cheesy publication called something like Country Decorating and Crafts). I wrote hundreds of letters. Thousands.

I kept writing for years. I let the other women be the ones to quit. I got my last first-response letter over six years later (someone had found the magazine at her mother’s and just took a chance that I was still around and still living in the same house).

I still write to a handful of the women who have stuck with me. My little boys are 17 and 14 now. It’s been over a decade.

There are people who still write letters.



Comments:

that is amazing!

what an incredible story! I can’t believe you wrote all those letters to pen pals! Good for you!

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mejaka is on the preferred substitute list--for Project. Weird.

Hopefully a positive legacy! :^ )

In seriousness, I know there was one woman I insulted, and I had a feeling she would be insulted by what I had to say, but I finally couldn’t refrain from saying it. She was an assistant youth minister and her letters to me were full of stories about the other youth ministers, how they didn’t understand teens, how they had expectations of the kids and didn’t just love them without conditions, how these kids needed acceptance and love and the chance to know Christ, and the other youth ministers were doing such a bad job that they were denying them those things. She included interchanges she’d had with the other youth ministers (sometimes even in front of the kids) in which she got quite angry and tried to tell them how things ought to be done, etc. A lot of it had to do with the way the ministry handled conflicts between youth and parents, and she felt that the other youth ministers were too much and too often on the side of the parents, while she always supported the kids. She told me all this in a tone that suggested she thought she was a great advocate for the kids, defending and supporting them, and all the kids liked her so she was obviously doing something right.

I finally told her that the youth needed her example of acceptance and Christlike behavior in her interactions with the other youth ministers more than they needed the dramatic scenes she was giving them. Oh, I put it much more gently, of course. But the constant unrecognized irony of her letters was killing me!

She never wrote back…

But for the most part, those letters were a very enriching experience in my life.

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