Saturday, July 18, 2015

Another Saturday Evening Post

. . . or, "Little Bits About Greeting Cards" 


This is a tough post. I know, another subject that makes some of us as uneasy, right? But it's a part of real life, and life isn't always sweet, or fluffy and easy. Some say death is a part of life. I disagree. Life and death are two separate things. To me. The things I write about are the results of my experiences and beliefs; feel free to disagree loudly or agree gently. We tend to write about what we know, or think, or simply wonder about. Right? So I must include death . . . Wow. It just hit me: I have never written about a birth. No matter. 


Last evening I read about MIM losing her mother. That sounds silly. She didn't lose her. Her mother passed on/died. We "know" each other through mail art and our blogs, but we still know each other in a sense. And I know that she loved(s) her mother dearly. When she "talked" about her I always paused to examine my own feelings for my mother. She made me wonder. And I even wonder if my daughter ever talks about me the way MIM talked about hers mother. I sent her mother a birthday card one year. MIM wanted her mom to get bunches of cards on her special day. Such a loving thing to do. Hearing of her death made me sad. So, I added a sympathy card to my "To Do List" today. I never have them on hand since I believe that having such cards will create a need to use them. It's like an "if you build it they will come" sort of thing. Go on and laugh if you must. I'm used to it. 


So. I bought a sympathy card for MIM. And, I had to buy a get-well card too, because she's "confined." MIM is unwell. She could not attend her mother's funeral. Now the berd drawing makes sense, huh? There's sun, and rain, and a dark blue cloud, because the way I see it is like this:  Not being able to say goodbye need not be devastating. Not saying goodbye means you don't have to say goodbye. You don't get it yet? I didn't get to say goodbye to a sweet aunt once. I could not attend the funeral either, but I missed a lot of family events and reunions, which meant I didn't see her very often--not even after she was diagnosed with cancer. To me, she's still around in a way, since I never had to say goodbye or "see her off." I like to think of her as being in the "last-time-I-saw-her place." In my heart. In my mind's eye. My last memory of her is of her at the crawfish boil. She removed her wig. She told me to take a picture. Aunt Vivian wanted me to capture her as she was. And I did. 

Sending a sympathy card and a get-well card is easier than trying to think of appropriate things to say in the face of grief and illness. That's why we have greeting cards. Why are they called greeting cards? Here's a link. You know I come with links when I can. So read on: http://www.greetingcard.org/. If this doesn't whet your curiosity I don't know what will:  The custom of sending greeting cards can be traced back to the ancient Chinese, who exchanged messages of good will to celebrate the New Year, and to the early Egyptians, who conveyed their greetings on papyrus scrolls.

Here's a link to the Hallmark story: Corporate Hallmark. God bless the brain that came up with the Internet. Because of it a world of knowledge is at our fingertips--a keyboard's distance away. Here's another interesting bit: http://quillcards.com/blog/ Wait. What happens if different sources offer different facts? You read as much as you can tolerate. Then you decide what satisfies your need to know. 

"Greeting cards orginated by the Ancient Chinese who wrote messages of "good will" to celebrate the New Year, and also early Egyptians conveyed greetings on papyrus scrolls. The first published greeting card was by Sir Henery Cole who published the first Christmas Carsd in 1843."

Ask yourself "who invented greeting cards." Then read some more: 


See what I mean? 

But, what is a greeting card? Let's begin with the word greet.

greet 1 |grētverb [ with obj. ] give a polite word or sign of welcome or recognition to (someone) on meeting.• receive or acknowledge (something) in a specified way: everyone present greeted this idea warmly.• (of a sight or sound) become apparent to or be noticed by (someone) on arrival somewhere: flowers and cheers greeted the shipyard workers.ORIGIN Old English grētanapproach, attack, or salute; related to Dutch groeten and German grüssen greet.A greeting card by one definition is "a decorated card with a message of good wishes that is sent or given to someone on a special occasion . . ." And, "a piece of paper or thin cardboard having any of a variety of shapes and formats and bearing a greeting or message of sentiment . . .A bit of silly fun: First Known Use of GREETING CARD? 1898!Rhymes with GREETING CARD: Abelard, afterguard, avant-garde, Beauregard, bodyguard, boulevard, business card, calling card, cattle guard, Christmas card, color guard...



The day wasn't all about sober/somber moments. There was time in the day to do a little studio work. Fun stuff was rediscovered, dusted off and repositioned. This guy actually works!


I had time to thumb through this as I sat sunning on the patio. It's wonderful! From cover to cover. I have not opened the patio umbrella even once this year. The willow gives the illusion of cool even during the hottest part of the day. 


Cool new reading glasses, huh? They're mine. Not hers.


New inks! 


New bees. Not newbies!


Made in the shade.


I try to practice calligraphy every day. Sometimes I see improvement. Then again I wonder. I read an account of one woman's journey to mastery. It took a year. I almost said I'll settle for "good enough." My personal best sounds better, yes?


Then I do something like this, and I want to retire my pens. And this viscous ink! Okay, it's not always necessarily the ink's fault. Humidity wreaks havoc on ink, even when it's been diluted to within a drop of its being anorexic. (sigh) 


And something happens to make me change my mind . . . In the meantime . . . the stack grows. I write on. 









8 comments:

  1. All I know is that I love to write and receive cards. That's all I know. :-)

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    1. That's good enough to matter. LOL!

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  2. Oh my goodness I will have to think on this one a while and maybe I wont comment other than this . I think something like this will be kept to myself for now .take care my dear .

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  3. I don't stock up on sympathy cards either. I feel the same way as you do about "build and they will come" philosophy. Life isn't all roses but I I believe that when you die, your soul/spirit can still communicate with the living or vise versa. Ah, but that's a whole different subject. On another note, I don't think your caligraphy could ever be bad.

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    1. Do you follow the show "Proof?" I'm not good at following serials because I always forget to watch, but I seem to manage to stumble across this show each week. I believe the soul and spirit are two separate entities. I believe spirit is our "god spark" and our soul is what makes us individuals. Both are indestructible because neither cannot be destroyed.

      I like your whole different subject. And you're very kind. You're always kind, and I appreciate it, but I hope you will believe that some of my calligraphy is really bad. :) Is why I wanted to take classes. I try though.

      Be well.

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  4. My heart goes out to MIM.

    I agree with you completely about having sympathy cards on hand.

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    1. Thank you for making your opinion on the subject known.

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