Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I have been on a letter-writing binge. It is as if I am Emily Dickinson!
Or Leonard Pennario! He was a great letter writer too. He wrote a million letters and remember, he wrote one of them right down the street from my house.
Speaking of Pennario today I wrote letters to two people for the book, the actress Joan Fontaine and also Nicholas Rozsa, the son of the composer Miklos Rozsa, who wrote that wonderful concerto as a present for Pennario.
I am so virtuous!
How this started was, remember the other day when I went to my high-school reunion? I went home and wrote a letter to the nun who was at the reunion because I like her so much and at the reunion she got me so weepy. And every time I run into her I keep thinking I will write, but being a slug and a Schuft I never do. Well, this time I did.
But zut alors!
Is the stamp situation driving anyone else crazy?
That is my letter to Sister Maria pictured above. Look at all those stamps crammed into every corner of the envelope! The letter looks as if it is coming from India. And it is only traveling a couple of blocks!
Luckily being a nun, Sister Maria is probably used to getting letters from the Third World so my letter will not shock her. That is what I am hoping anyway.
The problem is that postage is going up so fast that I cannot keep track of it. And I do not have time to use up the stamps that I have. So now I have two huge glassine envelopes full of all kinds of stamps, some of which have no amount printed on them, so they just sit there. It is as if I am back in my stamp-collecting days!
My favorite is the "H" Rate Make-Up Stamp. Does anyone in the world know what it is worth? That is the "H" Rate Make-Up Stamp pictured at left. It is the stamp of mystery!
How about the tiny flimsy square stamp that is just the Statue of Liberty and the flag, with no numbers? That is a goodie too. That stamp is so unrecognizable that I cannot even Google around and find a picture of it.
If I use these stamps, will the Post Office recognize them? I do not know. So I do not use them. Meanwhile, my letters look more and more as if they come from the Third World.
And the Post Office wonders why we do not write more letters.