The other day I experienced an inexplicable urge to straighten out the closet in our guest room. In the corner of the top shelf with a couple pillows, our old Monopoly and Trivia games, was a shoe box. Taking it down, I chuckled at the wide green grosgrain ribbon tied around the box with a pinecone on top as decoration. The ribbon and cone were around the first Christmas gift my then boyfriend gave me. Inside the box, the letters in 4 cent stamp envelops were a bit yellowed and still divided in two groups – one his – one hers.
We lived about 150 miles apart, he in central Maine and me in Boston with major highways just under construction. Telephone calls were rare as long distance was too expensive for chit-chat. Cell phones, computers, tablets, and Skype were science fiction. So there was the letter. In that shoebox is a 13 month depository of memories from the day we met in Maine to the week of our wedding nearly 57 years ago.
The other day we were having a cup of coffee at the mall food court. A young couple sitting at a small round table were engrossed in their cell phones. I thought it was too bad they were ignoring rather than talking with each other. Then it came to me – they were texting each other. In turn they tapped back and forth over that tiny table with a laugh for each new message.
In the future will there be love letters or just electronic messages? I just found the history of our courtship in the closet. In the future will couples need to search the cloud?