The National Diary Archive I intend to establish will include letters. Letters are a different sort of private writing, a more nuanced level of self-exposure. They may not be written with the desire to reveal much, yet they often betray their creator with impunity. Everything you write, even what you do not say, brings your character to light. What does it say about you? Your choice of pen, paper, even the stamp, whispers truths.
I suppose the level of honesty in one’s letters depends a great deal on who the recipient is, i.e. your father, mother, grandmother, or sister, and, of course, your relationship to that person…close or fraught with tension.
As much as re-reading my journals, I experience the voyeuristic pleasure of reading a stranger’s secrets. Surprise! They are my own. Some of my letters contain stories of experiences I had forgotten. Who can remember 50 years ago? Now a senior, I cannot reliably remember what happened last Tuesday.
What I do remember from last week is the discovery of a shoebox full of around 50 letters I wrote between 1970 and 1976. A real treasure! I am reading about parts of my life that have become dim in memory. Luckily I come from a family of hoarders of ephemera, who preserved my literary outpourings.
Unless the letters stored in your attic are so banal you would hide from embarrassment, I encourage you to preserve them. You can make them into a pseudo-diary. Preserve them in a three-ring binder, or a notebook without harmful fasteners, or put them individually into plastic pockets and then into a binder. Your family, your descendants, may appreciate them. If not, a total stranger of the future world.
National Diary Archive 