"As a young girl growing up in rural Saskatchewan, the mail being picked up was always an exciting time. This usually happened during Saturday; so Saturday evening had the whole household scurrying about for letters, newspapers or cards - mail from friends and family abroad.
The events were usually shared in this writing method and one usually felt loved and certainly thought of by a stroke of a pen, seeing your name written across an envelope.
One's worth was measured by writings inside these envelopes where you were told how much you meant to someone, news of birth, marriage, death or activities.
However, your worth was never more evident than at Xmas time when many, many cards came rolling in from family, parish priest, government, business or neighbours close to you or just an acqaintance who knew you. I remember running for these and stringing them along the wall near the Xmas tree or kitchen table so as they can be reviewed over and over again.
There were cards from grandma and grandpa, uncles, aunts, godparents, close neighbors, friends and Joe Who??
What a lost art! Joe Who even reflected for a moment, at least long enough to sign his name across an envelope, stamp and mail it.
How special we were!"
- Georgia Churko