a cultural loss?

The artist behind happy day studio recently had an experience where she discovered that a child of 14 from here in the US had no idea how to mail a letter. He had no idea where to start. I am starting to feel my age, or rather my experience. I feel as though I am talking about the miles I have to walk through 6 feet of snow to get to school. Aren't I too young to be lamenting the generational gap? A card is like a miniature work of art let alone the the handwriting on it. I never print an email to save it but the l cards I receive from friends, my husband are carefully saved away. Even his little post-it love notes encourage a warm smile to stretch across my face. Among the piles of bills and junk mail on the few occasions when there is a hand written envelope with a real stamp on it the rest of the mail is forgotten. There is something about the ripping of an envelope open to reveal the surprise inside. It is personal, individual, one on one the writing, the sentiments, the effort. You just can't get that from a forwarded email or even an individual one. The hand written mailed letter is a cultural icon that connects two people in no other way. I don't intend to let it slip into obscurity. I will send notes, cards, and letters using beautiful cards addressed with a pen on paper. We need art in our lives both the art of the paper as well and what is written on it. That being said here is my latest card creation notice plenty of room to leave a note.