(My Walford Postcard)
I have to laugh at myself now, before someone else gets the first shot. Why should I miss out on all the fun, huh? See? I have my little secrets, too. Like, loving Willie Nelson in private. Yes, I was a closet country fan. Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, and, yes indeed, HeeHaw used to be the only thing on Saturday television, in Jasper. Jr. Sample taught me how to belly laugh without a belly.
I believe bad television was responsible for healthy children back in the day. After the Saturday cartoons and the Lone Ranger, Sky King, and, oh, yes, Underdog, too, we hit the door running. We ran like it was recess, and there was no such thing as ADHD. Excess energy? We ran it off. (Now I write it off. Ha!)
I watched Eastenders on the sly. I subscribed to the Walford Gazette, and the newsletter. Ha! I even pledged when PBS begged, "Help us save Eastenders." I got to watch the show in privately--with no interruptions--in secret even, because it came on after everyone else was in bed. Did every British actor/actress do time on the show?
Anyway . . . I eventually outgrew it, but until now, you couldn't have paid me to admit that I watched. Okay, I did once. To a Brit. Who lives in Manchester. Never again. Except for now. LOL! It's okay to admit my curiosity, since I haven't kept up with the goings on in Walford in almost 2 years. I lost the plot, and haven't mustered enough energy to backtrack. Such a silly show anyway. Far worse than any American soap, but that Dot kept me tuning in. How anyone ever fell for Phil Mitchell . . . Sorry. That's not what this is about. It's about memories that ride the post. And their ticket is a postage stamp.
Somewhere, in one of my keepsakes boxes are 10 year old newsletters, postcards, letters, and other secret mail that needs to see the light of day. But only if I can bear telling the tales that brought them to me.
Do you have secret mail? If yes, then own up to it. Don't be ashamed. Share it. Then sit back with ankles crossed, and harbor high hope that someone else gets the "why" of it all. I am discovering that we are never alone. It's fun, this thing called mail.
Have You Heard?
Have you seen the Postcrossing postage stamp? It's from the Netherlands! The Dutch Postage Service! Ooh, I want some! Now, do tell, who will design the American version? Werd? There are Easter Eggs hidden in the stamps.