Showing posts with label greetings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greetings. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 21, 2014
Christmas Cards
Fiorella has finished off her Christmas cards and is sending them on their way, fully realizing she is in a minority population--the cards she proudly displays on her dining room doors get fewer and fewer each year. If people want to communicate holiday greetings, they can text each other, or send emails, or sign up with Jacquie Lawson.
Fio remembers when Mother would spend days not only signing Christmas cards, but adding a little note inside each one. It was called communication, and was particularly important before the invention of computers that engendered instant contact to anywhere in the world. In fact, when Fio's family moved to far-away Texas, the voluminous letters written by her three sisters-in-law, Aunt Miriam, Aunt Hattie, and Aunt Julie, were what kept Fio's parents in touch with life and family at "home."
But Fio likes Christmas cards for more than communication. She likes to design them. She likes to create something interesting and pleasing to the eye. She likes to add something new to the world, something that is uniquely Fiorella.
Like this blog.
Fio remembers when Mother would spend days not only signing Christmas cards, but adding a little note inside each one. It was called communication, and was particularly important before the invention of computers that engendered instant contact to anywhere in the world. In fact, when Fio's family moved to far-away Texas, the voluminous letters written by her three sisters-in-law, Aunt Miriam, Aunt Hattie, and Aunt Julie, were what kept Fio's parents in touch with life and family at "home."
But Fio likes Christmas cards for more than communication. She likes to design them. She likes to create something interesting and pleasing to the eye. She likes to add something new to the world, something that is uniquely Fiorella.
Like this blog.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Howdy, Friend
The first time Fiorella and Husband drove through this subdivision, a jogger waved at them.
That one wave was enough to convince Fio she wanted to live in the area. Eight years later, neighborhood pedestrians and drivers still wave at each other, and Fiorella has adopted the habit herself. It reminds her of her youth in Waco, when one politely greeted anyone one encountered while walking down the street. That didn't hold for crowded downtown sidewalks, of course, just as Fio's current hand-waving ceases when she hits the highway.
One has to be in a more intimate situation to acknowledge fellow travelers.
That one wave was enough to convince Fio she wanted to live in the area. Eight years later, neighborhood pedestrians and drivers still wave at each other, and Fiorella has adopted the habit herself. It reminds her of her youth in Waco, when one politely greeted anyone one encountered while walking down the street. That didn't hold for crowded downtown sidewalks, of course, just as Fio's current hand-waving ceases when she hits the highway.
One has to be in a more intimate situation to acknowledge fellow travelers.
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