Snail Mail: An (Almost) Lost Art

Snail Mail: An (Almost) Lost Art

Opening a letter will always be better than opening an email.
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Texting is quick, emailing is largely convenient, and Facebook lets you see how all 629 of your friends are spending their summer. In a rapidly growing, modern society we have begun to lose interest in a unique art form: snail mail. According to CNN, "snail mail has been under attack for the past several decades, with the U.S. Postal Service reporting a drop of 10 billion letters in the past 20 years.”

Rather than taking the time to sit down and write out a thank you note or send a Thinking Of You letter, we simply shoot a “miss ya” text or think that leaving a comment on their Instagram picture should suffice. I know this is true, because I am guilty of it myself.

I’m not saying that sending a text is bad, because let’s face it, texting is how most of us communicate these days. However, there is something so personal about a hand written letter that proves you are willing to take initiative.

Don’t you love when you go to the mailbox and see a pretty envelope with your name on it from someone you love rather than just the usual stack of bills and overly obnoxious fliers? If you take ten minutes out of your day to sit down and write a simple letter, you could be the reason that someone smiles today.

Opening an email or text message will never replace the excitement of opening the mailbox to find a letter addressed to you. It shows that someone took the time to write out a message specifically for you, put it in an envelope, add a stamp, and send it your way. Effort is important, and sending a letter shows just that: effort.

The next time you are in a store, take a minute to look through all the cards that are for sale and choose one to send to someone special. It could be a friend, a grandparent, or even your brother. Believe me when I say that taking the time to hand write a personal letter to someone you care about will never be a waste of time.

Email threads are deleted and texting conversations are swiftly swiped away to make room for more. But a handwritten letter from someone is a treasure. Not many of those are thrown away.

May we never lose the art of snail mail completely, in order to protect our memories and sentiments from disappearing into the black hole known as the World Wide Web. Sit down, grab a pin, and write someone a letter. You could easily be the reason that someone smiles today.

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26 Thoughts Every Farm Kid Has When Baling Hay

Every. Single. Year.
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Hay is an awesome agricultural product with lots of different uses. Getting the hay though? Not always so fun. Now, there are two different types of hay people in this world; round balers and sqaure balers. Round bales? Great for livestock and require a lot of machine work. Sqaure bales though? Easier to transport but are a little more old school and a require a little more hands on heavy lifting. And no matter how much you try to mentally prepare yourself, there was no quite a summer task for farm kids than baling hay. With hay season in full swing here in Central Ohio, here are just a few thought's we all had every year baling hay.

1. Okay, it's time to bale hay, no big deal, we do this every year.

2. This is so easy! Why do I normally complain?

3. Oh yeah, that was just mowing and racking, that's always the easy part.

4. Is that a rain cloud? Better not be a rain cloud, someone check the forecast.

5. What are the chances that I'll getta just drive the tractor this year?

6. Slim to none, got it.

7. Okay, that's fine, it's not that bad.

8. These bales aren't even that heavy, this is totally fine.

9. Just kidding they get heavy after a while.

10. Why is does it always have to be so hot when we do this? I'm actually dying.

11. Man I'm not in as good of shape as I thought I was.

12. Yes (Dad/Mom/Grandpa) I promise we're stacking them tight enough.

13. Maybe they could be a little tighter, readjust.

14. Oh hey dust and allergies, I don't need to see or breath or anything like that.

15. My arms ich.

16. Need. Water.

17. Are we done yet?

18. This field never seems that big til hay time.

19. Only ___ of laps to go, I'm totally fine.

20. Man, I just wanna take a cold shower and eat everything in the house.

21. I'm gonna sleep so good tonight.

22. If one more person tries to tell me how to do this I'm throwing them head first in the baler.

23. Need more water please, time out.

24. Alright, last wagon. I. Can. Do this.

25. Hallelujah, the end is in sight, God is good.

26. ...What do you mean we still have to unload everything into the loft? I quit.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Doubt

It is time to wage war on our emotions, yet to do so we must be ready for the unknown.
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What is it

Where does it come from

Why is it here

How is it so strong

When will it go away

Who even is it?


Questions on questions

They pile up higher and higher

But for what?


Is it only to be answered with another question

A question that can’t be answered,

Or can it?


Its name is doubt

Or is that even its name

I have become so unsure,

Because of its silly game.


Doubt makes us worry

Doubt makes us unwilling

Doubt makes us lost.


The very definition of doubt

Is a question

Or maybe it’s “to question.”


Doubt may be a hinder

Yet it does not cripple

For doubt can be overcome.


Our grass doesn’t have to be compared

No, not to the other side

See our grass can be watered

Watered right where we are.


It may take time,

But it will grow,

For it is proven.


We can’t question what is true

We can’t assume things we have yet to experience,

Yet we can grow what is right at our feet.


Sometimes we have to go with what we know,

And not with what we feel.


We have been given a mission

A purpose, if you recall,

Not to sit on the side

Yet to take the lead for all.


This is a stand we must make

One that will be hard to do

But hold on the promise

That we have all been there too.


For just as angst comes to prey

Doubt is by its side

But we know what’s to be done

We know how to fight

For we must only stand in the light.


Our grass will grow green

No matter how dead it seems

Don’t forget to add the water

Because that is all it needs.


You’ve got this,

Keep going,

You’re going to do great

I’m proud of you my friend

For this is not the end.

Cover Image Credit: Rex Pickar

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