The Writing Case

Blogged: Love letters tied up in ribbon

I knew that the writing case was in the back of a cupboard in my London flat, but I don’t think I’ve opened it in ten years. It belonged to my mother when she went to boarding school, and it is embossed with her maiden name initials — which handily became her married ones too. When I was little, I remember the case lived in a dusty lumber room up on the top floor with the hot water tank, and I was always fascinated by it. When I was a lot older, I was allowed to take it to boarding school as my writing case. That was in the pre-mobile, pre-email days when the only contact with the outside world was a single payphone for a house of sixty people, and which always had a queue of people waiting for it. So we wrote letters, and received them. And notes. Many, many notes. Because, of course, pre-email & smartphone, you had to leave notes for people to let them know what you were...

Full article: http://www.libertylondongirl.com/2012/09/28/love-letters/