Letters of note

“So how was school today, any news?” I asked, as I turned the key in the ignition.

“Mum, I think Emily is moving to Wexford. She wasn’t supposed to tell me, so don’t say it to her mum if you see her at the school. Maybe you can ask her how she is and see if she says it?”

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Clara’s wide grey eyes fill with tears as she told me her news in a quiet voice, trying to keep it steady. I turned off the engine and turned, awkwardly reaching between the seats to hug her, as my heart sank.

SAMSUNGIn junior infants, Clara and Emily had been to one another’s houses on playdates, and this fledgling friendship had grown during the first couple of months of senior infants. They had become self-proclaimed “best friends”. And though she’s possibly a little young for a “best friend”, I was secretly delighted. Clara gets on well with all of the girls in her class but I sense that she gravitates towards having a smaller number of close friends rather than being the centre of every game and every conversation.

I’m not the only parent who is focused on whether or not her child is making friends – most of the mums at my school-gate say that their top question during our recent parent-teacher meetings was “Is my daughter settling well, does she have friends?” Reading and writing will come – for now we all just want to make sure our children are happy and have someone to play with at yard-time.

So Emily moving to Wexford was not good news. Over the subsequent weeks, there was a confirmation of the move, a final playdate and then a hot chocolate outing after school on the last day, to say goodbye.

It reminds me very much of my own experience aged six – we moved house and I said goodbye to my then best-friend. I still remember her name, and indeed her full address – we stayed in contact by writing letters for ten years after the move. Then as tends to happen, the gaps between the letters became longer and longer. But a decade after the move, that was fine. Anyway, I had another, much more upheaving move to deal with; a familial upping of sticks from Cork to Dublin, just as I entered my teens.

Oh the horror.

The fear (“But Dublin is near the North – what if we get bombed dad?”).

The upset. The plans to chain ourselves to the bannisters.

The note I left under the carpet for the new owners, telling them that they should really think long and hard before ever changing “my” bedroom walls and floor, because purple is a great colour.

The devastation saying goodbye to school-friends and home-friends.

The promise to return every single weekend.

The sworn oath to move back upon turning sixteen. On the very day.

And the letters – we would write a lot of letters. It was 1987 so letter-writing was big. We all had pen-pals in France and Africa and Norway already. So now we’d write to one another, every day. It would be easy – we’d be too miserable missing each other to do anything else. We just needed fancy paper and lots of stamps.

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And we did – we wrote pages and pages and pages. I wrote to my Cork friends every week, filling them in on every tiny detail of my new life in Dublin – not that I’d be staying in the capital. Not long to go until that sixteenth birthday, and I’d be straight on that bus.

Needless to say, I’m still here in Dublin. I think on my sixteenth birthday I was busy trying to get into “Hollywood Nights” with fake ID, and forgot to catch the bus to Cork.

We wrote letters for many years, but as before, the gaps between our gossip-filled tomes increased, and eventually the correspondence stopped. And not in a sad way – just in the way that these things do.

For Clara and Emily, it’s a little different of course – now we have Skype and Facetime and multiple ways of corresponding – no stamp required.

And though they’re too young for mobile phones and Facebook, these media provide an easy means for us mothers to stay in touch; to help the girls to remain connected; at least until they are both settled without one another, and able to deal with drifting apart.

This afternoon, we set up a first Skype call for them. Don’t you just love modern technology!

Oh yes.

I missed the first call, and couldn’t figure out how to call back, then successfully picked up the second incoming call. Emily and her mum could hear us but could not see us. We could see them but could not hear them. We communicated this key information by text. The kids were getting exasperated. So we closed the iPads and used mobile phones instead. Coverage in my house isn’t great, and I’m not sure how super it was in Emily’s new house in Wexford, either so there were technical obstacles.

Clara spent the first five minutes shouting “Hello! Hello! Emily can you hear me? Hello?” while her friend did the same. We finally got a rhythm going where they could hear about half of what was being said, when they weren’t talking over each other.

This is a snippet from their conversation:

Emily: I live in a bungalow now!

Clara: You live in a bunk-bed now? That’s so cool!

Emily: My teacher is called Ms. Heavey

Clara: Your teacher is called Ms. TV?

Emily: I got Playmobil for Christmas

Clara: You got Play-what?

Emmie, listening in, interjects in an exasperated tone: She got Playmobil Clara, Playmobil.

Eventually, Clara said “You know what Emily, maybe we should write down everything that happens to us and put it in a letter and post it to each other, what do you think?”

I might invest in some fancy paper.

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18 thoughts on “Letters of note”

  1. This brings back memories! I moved house twice, at 6 and then at 11. Letters were the only proper way to keep in touch “back then”. Just on the moving back thing, I actually did get the chance to return to one of my old home towns to live for a year. Far from being the homecoming I dreamed about, I discovered quickly enough where my real home was and never again did the long-winded answer to “where are you from?”

    1. Sinead that’s really interesting – I never had the chance to move back, but I’m pretty sure that even after a few years here in Dublin, I knew that I didn’t want more change – at least subconsciously. It’s funny abut the “where are you from” question too. I had that conversation recently. I have a theory that it’s linked to where you went to secondary school. I have two friends who moved after already having started secondary school, and I think always felt very linked to Cork, where they had come from. For me, moving before secondary school, long-term it was at bit easier. Nice to hear your experience!

    1. And yes, I think letter writing is sadly going to die out altogether. Realistically, will people continue to write personal letters, where an email does the same thing, almost? Not the same as a letter arriving on the door-step

    1. Thanks Naomi!
      I am back in (kind of) contact with people from primary school now, via Facebook. It’s funny to link back in twenty years after last seeing them!

  2. Oh, your poor little girl! I’m sure she misses her friend. I only moved once as a child and that it was a move of less than a mile! I love letter writing though and had several pen pals throughout my teens, as was the fashion. In fact, I’ve just found a pen pal for my little ones… even though they can’t read or write yet! We’ll exchange pictures and arts and crafts etc, and I’ll help them with the reading/writing part until they can do it themselves.
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    1. That’s really lovely Sadhbh that you have penpals for your little girls – what a great idea! Yes I think I should definitely help my little girl to get started with her letter-writing at least until she’s able to do it properly herself – sending drawings etc is a great idea

    1. That’s right – the thin international ones – the lighter envelopes with the red and blue rim, I haven’t seen one in years. I guess Facebook groups are the new version of pen-pals for grown-ups 🙂

  3. Hi Andrea! This is so sweet and touching, it’s always so sad when a close friend moves away but how wonderful that they want to stay in touch by letter writing. I’ve been writing letters to friends around the world since I was 19 and I absolutely love it, hopefully your daughter will be a snail mail fan too.

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  4. I remember how terrifying the idea of ever having to move house was – right up there with your parents separating, pretty much. My best friend(s) never moved away, but I did write letters to the daughter of my dad’s work partner, to be brought in and exchanged along with any number of Enid Blytons or Noel Streatfields; she ended up being my best friend.

    Ah, fancy paper. And smelly rubbers. (Not a phrase I can say in America.)
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    1. That’s lovely that you exchanged letters with the daughter of your dad’s work partner – again, I just can’t see that happening today, so we are missing something.
      Fancy paper and smelly rubbers indeed. Kids of today don’t know what they’re missing…

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