A Trunk of Memories

How often do you find yourself going back in time?

I do every time I open the trunk I inherited from my mother.

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Inside are some of Mom’s scrapbooks, drawings my children and grandchildren made, a hat of my mother’s and one of David’s hats, my Dad’s old sweater vest, greeting cards, and letters…lots and lots of letters. I haven’t kept all the letters I’ve received, but I think I kept every single letter I’d ever gotten from my mother. I treasure those, occasionally re-reading them. If I’d kept every letter Mary had written me, there wouldn’t have been room in the trunk for anything else.

Have you ever considered that the letters you write might end up in a trunk somewhere, to be pulled out and read long after you are gone? That’s the incredible power of a handwritten letter.

A Mary Book Haul

Both Marys are avid readers. In fact, many of our earlier letters would detail the books we were reading. When the idea for a co-authored book first made it’s way into my brain, I mentioned how our book would inevitably involve titles of books we’d read. That didn’t happen, but maybe that is fodder for a future book.

As I’ve mentioned before, of the two of us, I (Mary PK) am the more apt to purchase books. While my husband was alive, I also attended every library book sale within a 50-mile radius. Still, it isn’t often I go on a book-buying binge, but occasionally a coupon code or good sale comes up that I just can’t resist. That was the case with this order through Book Outlet;

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Briefly Noted: Two Letterpressed Notebooks
A Greeting Card Collection (Nature, with butterflies and hummingbirds!)
Heaven on Earth: A Guided Journal
I’ll See You Again
2 Inspirational Art Journals
It Must Have Been Moonglow: Reflections on the First Years of Widowhood
Opening Heaven’s Door: What the Dying May Be Trying to Tell Us About Where They’re Going
The House on Teacher’s Lane: A Memoir of Home, Healing, and Love’s Hardest Questions
Wild: 10 Notecards with Envelopes

The Art Journals (I bought two) went to my daughters Emily and Katie, the greeting cards and notecards were added to my stationery baskets, and the books were added to my to-read pile. I finished the heartbreaking memoir I’ll See You Again quickly, but couldn’t get into the other one, The House on Teacher’s Lane, and ended up skimming through the last half. Both rated a two out of five on my Goodreads account.

I also collect signed copies of books by my favorite authors, which is why I purchased another book last week, Heather Gudenkauf’s Missing Pieces.  I should have known better than to start it at 6:00 in the evening, because I couldn’t put it down until I finished it. Needless to say, I got to bed late that night. Heather’s book rated a solid 5 out of 5 stars. Fans of Jodi Picoult will love this!

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Whoa! Did we both just attend a caucus?

by Mary Jedlicka Humston

When you read the chapter “Sex, Drugs, & Rock & Roll: What We Don’t Talk About” from our book Mary & Me: A Lasting Link Through Ink, you’ll see just how little Mary and I have talked about politics in our letters throughout the years.
And, yet, Monday night in our respective Iowa towns, we both participated in our first caucuses. Mary attended as a reporter for her local newspaper, and my husband and I decided we simply must take part in this momentous 2016 political event. Having our caucus spot located only four houses away at the elementary school our three kids had attended was another impetus. While we made plans to experience this phenomenon, Mary prepared for reporting on the caucus in her area.
With plenty of time before we had to leave for the 7:00 pm start, Jim and I relaxed. However, car doors slamming and people talking outside our house made us glance at the clock. What on earth? It was only 6:30 pm. He opened our front door and looked toward the school. The line was already out the main entrance. Oh boy! This was even bigger than we’d imagined. Jim hurriedly threw on his coat to save a spot, while I scurried out of my at-home duds and finished dressing. By the time I joined him only a few minutes later, the line already snaked down the long sidewalk toward the teacher parking lot. Ready or not, we were quickly propelled into our first caucus adventure.

Mary and I chatted the next day about our experiences. As Caucus neophytes, Mary, Jim and I have to say we enjoyed the excitement that night when the Democrat and Republican Presidential hopefuls vied for winning spots in the first caucus of the nation.
When we Marys wrote Mary & Me, we had no idea that a-caucusing we would go, but go we did.

And, what an experience it was!

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Note from the other Mary: There were, and are,  good reasons to avoid topics such as politics and religion in our conversations, whether those conversations are in person or through the mail. Those kinds of topics have the potential to escalate into heated arguments. The fact that Mary and I avoided this topic in thousands of letters is an astounding feat.

From Mary PK in Mary & Me, page 156:  “We’d agreed that politics topped the list. Even during election years we’d barely touched on it, though I had a vague idea who Mary might have voted for once or twice. The subject had never been dubbed taboo; it just wasn’t something we discussed in letters. Frankly, during the years when I had struggled just to survive, politics wasn’t on my radar at all. That was embarrassing to admit to someone like Mary, who seemed to take her voting privileges seriously. My husband had always voted, and never quite understood when I chose not to. It was a personal failing I wasn’t eager to share. Occasionally, my stance had been more of a default position. I couldn’t in good conscience vote for a candidate who supported abortion, so I wouldn’t vote at all that year. Other times I voted for an underdog candidate, knowing full well they wouldn’t win. When I did declare a party, it was Republican.”

Later in the same chapter, I declared my allegiance to Ben Carson, based solely on what I knew of him at that point of time in 2014.

From Mary JH, Mary and Me, page 159:  “But politics? Hardly at all. It’s not that we’re on opposite ends. In fact, I don’t even know for certain what end she’s on. It boils down to neither of us taking time to delve into that world to convince, change, or sway viewpoints.
I am uncomfortable talking at length with anyone about politics, so it’s no surprise I wouldn’t want to squander our valuable writing time. I vote. She votes. Or does she? Who we vote for and why is personal. Just to show how rarely we talk about it, I’ll ask the question now. ‘Mary, what party do you support?’ For the record, I’m an Independent.”

To me, what is even more astounding than our avoidance of the topic for nearly 30 years is how it came up just recently when we discovered we’d each attended a caucus for the first time.

When Mary suggested writing about our mutual attendance of a caucus, I balked a little at the idea. After all, I was attending as a reporter, assigned to a Democrat caucus, while she was attending as a supporter. Of who? Which party? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Could that knowledge hurt our friendship?

For the record, it didn’t matter.

Also for the record, if I were to vote today, it would not be for Ben Carson. But if I was attending a caucus as a strong support on either end, it would be more likely I’d be on that side of the spectrum.

And that’s all I have to say on that controversial topic~

Book Review: Snail Mail

This was an easy read, since the bulk of the book consists of luscious photos of well-decorated envelopes and stationery, but there are also wonderful hints and tips about crafting various types of letters, getting creative with your mail, putting together care packages, and snazzing up your penmanship. Random and fun facts about mail and correspondence are peppered throughout.

snail mail

“Snail Mail: Rediscovering the Art and Craft of Handmade Correspondence,” by Michelle Mackintosh, is a work of art in itself, and a must-have for any artsy crafter who wants to liven up their snail mail. I do have to admit that as I paged through the beautiful book, I found myself shaking my head. While I love pretty paper and even prettier envelopes, I am nowhere near close to spending that kind of time to decorate my letters. Sorry, Mary, but it isn’t going to happen anytime soon.