As a girl, I was always encouraged, and sometimes prodded, to write letters and little notes … thanks yous, how are yous and thinking of yous. The “old-fashioned” way of communicating, via the United States Postal Service. Both my parents were staunch advocates of the written word. Having a dad as a journalist and a mom as a stickler for etiquette, picking up a pen and a piece of stationary was routine in the Hotchkiss household.
Now, with all that being said, I must share with you that, over the years, my enthusiasm for this practice has waned considerably. Not because of the internet and email. No, more like a shortfall of patience on my end. And, in truth, I find myself feeling extremely guilty at times that I don’t honor what my parents instilled in me those many years ago.
I do have to confess when I do get the occasional personal note or letter – having someone actually take time out of his or her busy, hectic life to write me – I get very sentimental. Tearful, at times. Like I did this week …

Peter
The sweetest note arrived at South Hero’s post office for Phoebe and I on Thursday. It was from our dear friend, Peter Voelker. Sitting in the car, with Wyeth panting next to me, I examined the perfection of the envelope and then preceded to rip open the flap. (That impatience thing, again.) Beautiful linen-colored note card with the classic & timeless monogram embossed on the front. A big scripted “V” sandwiched between his two other initials. Immediately, I thought of all my monogrammed sweaters I used to wear as a teenager that mom got from Talbots. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read:
March 17, 2011
Dear Mandy & Phoebe,
It is amazing that six years have passed.
And that you two have survived not only what life has thrown at you. But also a very tough business as well. You both are incredible people. And you own a fantastic restaurant. Have a very happy 6th Anniversary! An may the gods continue to grant you two excellent health & many more years of success!
Sincerely,
P
Peter
I immediately called Phoebe from on my cell and read the note to her. I could tell that she, too, was touched by Peter’s little note. Her muffled sniffle actually gave it away …
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Our beautiful new paddle!
Peter came in for dinner last night, bringing along four friends … and a gift for us. A beautiful ‘antiqued’ paddle from The Pottery Barn. As soon as I showed his group to their table in our smallest upstairs dining room, I was on one mission: to find our new lovely paddle a proper home. I walked around our busy, full restaurant in search of the perfect wall or nook when immediately I stopped dead in my tracks. What better place then over our front door where every guest will inevitably see it?
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I think I’m going to be ordering myself some stationary. I have a lot of catching up to do.
Thank you, Peter, for the card and gift … and, most importantly, reminding me how the little things shouldn’t fall by the wayside. – Mandy