I have to disagree with any argument that postcards are dying or should be put out of their misery. Postcards from my grandmother from faraway places gave me the wanderlust and curiosity to see the world (“Postcards, from the edge? Yes, at one time,” July 2).
Today when I send a quick note on a postcard to my grandchildren, not only do I give them their very own mail to hold, I am giving them a window on the world. And their return cards to me let me see their growth in writing and comprehension.
When I wondered if my cards meant anything to them, one granddaughter brought out her box of the postcards she’d saved, and I knew they did have meaning. I save all of the cards they send me, too.
RUTH ANN LICHT, Cokato, Minn.