One thing I hope I tend not to do on this blog is get too repetitive (apart from maybe with the NTTVBG but then that’s a bit special). Today I am about to repeat a little on a subject that I discussed over the weekend. I do enjoy my weekly Bookish Bits, and hope you do to, I do have the occasional worry that in talking about a few topics some of them get a little lost, so I thought I would bring one up again today. As I mentioned on Saturday the idea of Penpals has been one that I have had whizzing around my head for a few weeks which reading Dangerous Liaisons finally made me do something about.
Apart from some lovely books now and again I don’t really skip with joy to grab the post each day. I normally think ‘oh what takeaway will I be being flogged today and which utility needs paying off’. I get the occasional letter from my younger siblings aged 11 and 8 though it’s sporadic (though having said that I actually think it’s my turn to write – I have been wondering why I have heard nothing, oops) and have always sent them postcards from here there and everywhere as I remember how much I loved getting post when I was little… preferably postcards or garish envelopes with a lovely letter inside my memory tells me. My Dad’s parents currently write to me, though I think that’s more as we didn’t meet until ten years ago and its slow and steady and so phoning isn’t quite apt yet.
One of my cousins, who is 8, has started to get penpals through school (it appears its back in fashion) and it made me think about the pen-friends I once had. One was called Erin from Marlboro we all had penpals from Marlboro as I lived in Marlborough and my junior school thought it was a cute idea. Then the town was twinned with Gambia and so we got a new penpal. After that at secondary school and starting a new language I got a French one and I think the constant changes of the ‘penpal’ I would be given made me loose heart.
I will have to go through my letters actually. I keep all the letters I receive in a bag (which I will have to try and take a picture of) look back at them now and again as they remind me of so much. The ones from my friend for life Barry are about ten sides of A4 and we tell each other everything, writing every two or three days, we were about seventeen then and it seems ‘going through a lot’! We don’t even message each other that amount on facebook now, ha!
When I popped the idea and the new Penpal Page up on Saturday I hoped I might get one or two of you interested but what a response! Though some comments haven’t transferred to email yet (and I havent chased commenters due to interest yet so do email me) the emails I have received in the last few days it seem to show I am clearly not the only person who would like to bring back the joy of letter writing and the little ray of sunshine a letter amongst the bills can provide. In fact such was the response I am changing everything a bit.
Those of you who have emailed should have had an email back with a ‘registration form’ attached. Now this instantly sounds like a money making scheme and its honestly not. I am doing this because I love the idea of letters filled with bookish bites flying through the sky to people all over the globe. I just wasn’t sure I could write to so many people (and you may not want to write to me but to someone at random which is fair enough) and so I am going to try and match people up by the books they love and loath so who you get is a lucky dip.
To round up I will simply leave the idea with you. Let me know of any of your penpal tales as I would love to hear all about them. Do you still keep in touch? Have you had any nightmare penpals? If you are interested in this new little project of mine do email firstname.lastname@example.org I hope I will be hearing from even more of you soon. Oh and feel free to spread the word if you fancy on your weekly catch up posts or just amongst yourselves however you would like, the more the merrier.