Miracles Still Happen

Long ago, I realized that I will never be one of those people who keeps reaching out to everyone I know so this has been a banner month for me.  I have reconnected with two family members that I haven’t spoken with for too long.  First, my aunt contacted me and we caught up on all the old news and, today, I talked with a cousin for the first time in about 30 years. 

While reading letters from as far back as the 1860’s, but, primarily, from the 1930’s and 40’s, it became apparent that I am a slacker in this area.  I have known lots of people, but, as we moved around, I continually lost contact with them.  I still regret not getting in touch with a childhood friend when I had her address.

Prior to the 1960’s, families generally settled, if not nearby, then, certainly, within driving distance of each other; however, during the 60’s, the youth were restless and moved away from home seeking love, peace, and the pursuit of happiness.  Thus, families separated spreading far and wide. Having lived during those times, I can tell you from experience that between children, careers, and required social functions there is no time left to do anything.  Unfortunately, that hasn’t changed except, if possible, it has gotten worse.

The isolation of it forced you to make friends for yourself and children as quickly as possible with fond thoughts of past friends and family.  No letters, just thoughts and, maybe, a phone call every so often.  So, quietly over the years, you lose touch. 

With the advent of the computer and it’s myriad applications, we are once again able to connect.  Catching on to e-mail was a no brainer for me, but after a few years, it seemed that no one was e-mailing anymore.  Where had everyone gone?  After retiring, I found them all once again on Facebook.  What a treat!  It is so easy to catch up on the going-ons of everyone as well as seeing the photos that accompany their quick comments.  I love the wit and wisdom found on those pages and have copied many of the pictures to my computer.

So, if time is short, you can Facebook, Twitter or e-mail someone and tell them you are thinking of them just by relating what’s happening today.  Just remember, I am thinking of you.

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3 Responses to Miracles Still Happen

  1. darlene says:

    I cherish the time we had together in the Marine Corps, but especially when we lived in Virginia. Regardless of where we are you and Doris are two ladies that I think of a great deal.

  2. cwurschmidt says:

    Me too. You both are always on my mind.

  3. Leo says:

    That is one thing I regret about moving. My friends would mail me letters to say hi and I never wrote them back. I love Facebook because it does exactly what you mentioned above and I hope it will help me reconnect with some of the friends I never had time for years ago.

    Great post.

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