Category: Personal Letters

A Moment Of Peace And Quiet

I find it hard, having lived alone in a large house for so long, to imagine what it must be like to have constant noise all around you, to be unable to find a moment of peace and quiet, to be surrounded by other people day and night. In my early military years, when I…


Never Mix Business And Pleasure

It is often said that people should never mix business and pleasure together, but mainly by those who do not understand the meaning of leisure, and who most certainly do not appreciate what is available to them in their limited free time when visiting new areas, cities, meeting new people. Such a mix is, however,…


Talking In Ciphers

No matter which words you use, no matter how clear you believe your description is, there will always be someone, somewhere, who knows better, or who claims, by reading between the lines, to know your desires and dreams far better than you do. And there will always be those who believe that you don’t mean…


Trapped In The Story

I think it was the first three sentences of your biography which interested me the most, which caused me to carry on reading and then, after a while considering possibilities and the highly probable chance of being turned down or ignored, to send you a message. I’m not saying that the rest of what you…


Immortalised By Edward Hopper

For most of us, the impressions we have of the United States are gained not by visiting the country, by travelling along Route 66 or sitting in some bar which has been immortalised by Edward Hopper, but by watching one or more films put out by Hollywood. It’s fair to say that these films appear…


It Is A Great Sin

It is said, and I have often been told, that growing old is a good thing; that we have many benefits from age; that, eventually, everything will be better. As a small child I was constantly told I could not do something because I was too young. Then that things would be better when I…


The Realms Of Their Dreams

I can well imagine the idea of feeling the emotions, the thoughts, the innermost secrets of a person, perhaps long gone or merely far away, through the handling of an object they have touched or been connected to is a fascinating thought. Picture what we, as individuals, would be able to do in our lives…


This Philosophical Meandering

I wonder, just in passing, how many people realise that there is an empty space in their life, that something special or completing is absent before that missing piece appears, before the emptiness that they have always felt but never accepted as being there, never understood, is filled. We all know that things are not…


Beyond Their Front Door

It may not happen very often, but sometimes I feel the urge to put together a letter which is rather more than just an ordinary airmail envelope and a few sheets of paper, were the words are accompanied by an image which, I always hope, relates to the person being addressed, and entices them into…


The Last Crust Of Bread

Firstly I’d like to put your mind at ease and let you know that the letter I received meant for someone else had nothing to do with you or your mailroom, it was a lazy person who wrote the same letter to several people and simply forgot to change a name within the text. I…


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