Writing is a powerful thing. And, so is reading. To my surprise and delight, this is what I received in the mail recently:
Yes, it is a postcard from author Kate DiCamillo. It is even signed, “Your Friend”. I sent her my blog post on ‘Really Understanding Children’, because Beverly, the character in her book Raymie Nightingale, is just like my Beverly at summer camp. Well, it was really more than that; I truly understood both children. I needed Kate DiCamillo to know that. I think she does, as she wrote this on the bottom of the postcard:
The pen most definitely is mighty. It holds more power than typing the keys on a keyboard. Handwriting seems to hold real feelings. I remember the curves of the letters in my grandmother’s writing. When I go back and read them again, decades later, the same wave of “I know” comes through her written word. My father rarely wrote, but when he did his message had heart.
My mother always said, “Jennie, send a note, and make sure you use black ink.” I still do. Somehow, I know when I write that letter or note, by hand, it will convey so much more to the reader. I am ready to write a letter to Colin’s parents; he did a quick video for Milly the quilter, practicing sewing. Milly taught him how to sew last year when she visited my classroom. Colin has also made Milly a video singing “You are My Sunshine”, and Jingle Bell Rock” (his favorite song).
Why am I writing to Colin’s parents? I showed the video to Milly at her nursing home, and I saw Milly’s face as she watched. Oh, my! She was overcome and smiling ear-to-ear. Not only did she watch it again, she had me show the nurses both Colin videos. Colin’s parents need to know what a tremendous thing he has done for Milly. So, I will write, handwritten, and with black ink.
Kate DiCamillo did, too.