Friday, October 8, 2010


Forgive me, as I am feeling a little old tonight. Not in a bad way, just in an odd realization kind of way. A few days ago driving in my car I heard the Beatles song: "I've Just Seen a Face" and it really captured me. I can't quite explain it, but I wanted to cry hearing it. I had obviously heard it many times before, but this time it just sounded so simple, beautiful, and, well... old.

Tonight Julian and Nora were playing in the basement, Andrew was lounging with his Blackberry, and I started to look through a tote box of greeting cards and letters. I have saved every card and letter that I have ever received. I am not a hoarder, but for some reason I can't part with greeting cards and letters. I just feel that when someone takes the time to write something to me, it would be wrong to throw it in the garbage. I spent an hour reading letters my sister wrote to me in University, letters from girlfriends, love letters from boyfriends past, wedding invitations and greeting cards. My heart ached reading all of those beautiful, handwritten words. I am officially in that place where (I can't believe I have actually thought this, and am now going to write this): "I miss the good old days". The days when people WROTE to one another on pieces of paper, carefully folded and placed that paper in an envelope, addressed it, placed a stamp on it, and then patiently waited for the recipient to receive it, read it, and reply. My tote box of old letters and cards smells like a library book now. I love that smell.

Tomorrow John Lennon would have turned 70 years old. I remember when he died, I was 8 years old. I'm getting old, and I think I'm okay with it.

Look at how Yoko is looking at John in this photo. Isn't it beautiful? I guess getting old feels okay, as long as you can look at someone like this as they get old right along with you.



Clippy Mat said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Clippy Mat said...

When I listen to the Beatles I just feel time has stood still. Their music is timeless to me.
J.L. 70? Age is meaningless isn't it?
I have my box of cards and letters too and I often take a walk down memory lane with them. Mine also have that distinctive scent. I miss receiving letters but I wouldn't swap those days for the immediate gratification of the instant communication that I have now. It's really made the world a smaller place.
p.s. I had to delete my first comment to remove the spelling mistakes. Couldn't do that if I'd posted it! LOL

clinka said...


Little Sweethearts said...

I know I'm over a week late, but... Happy Birthday!!!

Anonymous said...

awww very true jules, the pic of the two of them is lovely.
and getting old is okay if you've got someone to do it with. nice that you keep your cards. love ya
jenn xoxoxoxo