Grandma Olga and her generation knew the art of writing Christmas cards. Never the long family chronicles filled with bragging photos which are sent east of the sun, west of the moon today, neither ecards, technically made somewhere out in space.
Colourful cards printed on rough paper, paintings of angels playing harp for baby Jesus, the Magi, a Bible in front of a white candle, red poinsettas. Turn the card and you find the name and address neatly written in a steady hand, a Christmas greeting. For generations the greeting has been: God jul og godt nyttår. Or if you sent the card to some very dear: Gledelig jul og et velsignet nytt år.
I have inherited grandma Olgas Christmas cards. Collected through many years. The stamps carefully removed and sent to TubFrim (where they were sold to collectors and the money used for someone in need).
The wooden basket with Grandma Olga's cards are part of our Christmas decorations. Stored away in the basement cupboard 11 months a year, an eye cather, a bright spot, a heart varmer during the month of December. I read through the stack of cards. Alot of familiar names, people long gone, memories left. Some names from before my memories. I look at the pictures and are taken back to childhood Christmases.
December is my main letter writing month. My box with Christmas stationary has found its way from the basement cupboard up to my desk in the blue room. I am reading through my address book, lingering on old and new friendships.
I have a goal to save the art of letter writing.In India I bought handmade paper, sheets and envelopes, greeting cards, stationary kits. I have a kit to give away today. To give away to a letter writer. With the stationary I will include a very few of Grandma Olga's vintage Christmas cards.
Friday I will draw a name from the comments here, and the winner will get my "art of letter writing"-kit.
I look forward to hear from you.
It is St.Barbara's Day today. I will go out in my snowy garden to get a twig from my cherry tree.