When my grandmother passed away several years ago, my aunt sent me a pile of letters that I had written to my grandparents over the years. In this treasure trove of history was a letter my own mother had written to them when I was about 4 years old. It contained a brief note from me. The contrast between my handwriting and hers is (understandably) quite dramatic. Most of the letters I received back from my aunt were word-processed. I think it's a shame...there's something very special about a handwritten letter. Maybe I'll have to rethink all the email correspondence I do.