The feel of it and the smell of it ... antique paper fills my imagination of possibilities of all sorts of bespoke makes. There is something about it with the old copperplate writing and when you think you can add to its story with inks and stamps and fabrics and stitches it brings these often forgotten pieces back to life and out of cupboards and drawers and into art work to be admired and loved.
I worry for future generations because the art of writing letters has almost disappeared. As you know I do write letters and even thank you notes, that is from a childhood that we were taught it was polite. I adore writing and I also keep journals but so many do not. The history we will leave future generations behind on computers is not as beautiful. Going through your great great Grandmas emails is not the same as seeing her hand writing.
When I have been doing my family tree and have come across handwriting from my relative pre 1900 I am in awe and so happy. This, I think to myself, was my Great Grandmas writing and she touch this piece of paper. Dipped her pen in ink which is still here on this page and it fills me with such joy.
Of course I can only photo copy the parish records, and I have, but my Fathers Grandma played the organ in the parish church of Old Alresford in Hampshire and there are little notes in the columns of the register .. Such a precious history and with so much more beauty than the typed words or texts of the young which is there future blue print on this planet.
Then when I come across old letters and papers and enhance them and put them in a frame to be
looked at it fills me with joy and happiness that these letters can still be seen today 150 years down the line .... To look beyond the words and find the history and the beauty of that history.
Yesterday I went to see my Mum with my sister and our Aunt and we did have a jolly few hours with her. I think though we have discovered why picking up a pen and writing is fairly hard to do. She is right handed and her right hand is the one that has this little shake but she always sorted of clenches and curls that hand and it sits on her lap and shakes a little. When my Aunt tried to hold it we