|Jo: front row 3rd from the left. 5th-6th grade|
Huntington Oregon, 1951
The dog belonged to Jo too.
|Jo 2nd from the right|
See, the thing is, Jo does not have a computer. She lives on a farm, raises berries to sell at the local market and just now did get her very first cell phone. Life at her house is about cutting out of the newspaper, pasting in a scrap book, scrubbing her floors on her hands and knees and being kind and loving. That is what my best friend since we were in grade school is like. I love her as much now as I did then.
When my class was reunited this summer after a very long time...53 years for some of us...Jo and I talked on the phone. She sounded the same as always. I wanted her email address so I could send some pictures. No! I don't have one, she told me. I was just stunned. I don't believe I know anyone else that does not use the computer!
That was when I rediscovered the joy of writing on real paper, finding a stamp (in with my collection of business cards) and walking to the mailbox with a real letter. It was the first in I don't know how many years. When her letter came in answer to mine, I recognized her handwriting before I even opened the envelope. Time had not changed it at all.
Now it is Christmas and I decided to do my cards Jo's way. I gathered addresses, called or emailed people (I am ashamed to say) if I did not have them. Yesterday I sat down and wrote a note to each person on a Christmas card I found at the bottom of a very old box. We dug up a few stamps and I carried them with love to my mailbox.
I cannot tell you how calm and relaxed I felt at the end of the day. Sometime, doing things Jo's way is perfect.
Why is it we are in such a hurry anyway?