Funny the things that pop up, seemingly out of nowhere. A while back, Mom sent me some old mail she found in a corner of the house. Probably all the moving and shifting of stuff during the Katrina refurbishing brought it to the surface. And among the envelopes were two letters addressed to me by then pre-postulant Julie Darrenkamp. (Even then, she had the appropriately nun-like penmanship that I have never mastered.)
That was in 1975.
Postage was 10 cents. (Now my keyboard doesn't even have a key for the cent sign.)