This brought back fond memories for me, Holly. Thank you! As a child, I loved cursive writing too. A long-time teacher of the grade school I attended (K-8) set up an annual award to be given to the graduating 8th grader with the best penmanship. I had no idea about this award until I received it during our ceremony. My brother won it the following year. I didn't have a typewriter until I was in my late 20s, and didn't get a computer until shortly thereafter, so all of my writing was done by hand. When my grandmother passed away, we found that she had kept a shoebox of all of my letters and cards that I sent to her over the years near her bedside table. She had over two dozen grandchildren and even more great-grandchildren but didn't hoard all of their correspondence. One of my aunts speculated that maybe she kept mine because of their newsy, conversational nature.
These days, I too find it hard to write by hand for too long, but unlike your still-lovely cursive, what I produce on the page is reckless and haphazard. I was trying to read a journal entry I had written to my wife the other day, and I had to pause several times to squint at my scribblings. :)
Oh my gosh me too! I won in grade 5 and I still remember that day. As for the typewriters, I used to have typing contests with my best buddy in high school and he would win every time!
Like you, my left hand hurts so much after a few paragraphs that I have to write in short sessions. I miss writing by hand so much but the muscle memory remains.
What a gift to find that shoebox. My parents kept all of my handmade cards too and I pull them out of the box every now and again to remind myself of who I used to be and how much I like to play with paper and pencils.
This brought back fond memories for me, Holly. Thank you! As a child, I loved cursive writing too. A long-time teacher of the grade school I attended (K-8) set up an annual award to be given to the graduating 8th grader with the best penmanship. I had no idea about this award until I received it during our ceremony. My brother won it the following year. I didn't have a typewriter until I was in my late 20s, and didn't get a computer until shortly thereafter, so all of my writing was done by hand. When my grandmother passed away, we found that she had kept a shoebox of all of my letters and cards that I sent to her over the years near her bedside table. She had over two dozen grandchildren and even more great-grandchildren but didn't hoard all of their correspondence. One of my aunts speculated that maybe she kept mine because of their newsy, conversational nature.
These days, I too find it hard to write by hand for too long, but unlike your still-lovely cursive, what I produce on the page is reckless and haphazard. I was trying to read a journal entry I had written to my wife the other day, and I had to pause several times to squint at my scribblings. :)
Oh my gosh me too! I won in grade 5 and I still remember that day. As for the typewriters, I used to have typing contests with my best buddy in high school and he would win every time!
Like you, my left hand hurts so much after a few paragraphs that I have to write in short sessions. I miss writing by hand so much but the muscle memory remains.
What a gift to find that shoebox. My parents kept all of my handmade cards too and I pull them out of the box every now and again to remind myself of who I used to be and how much I like to play with paper and pencils.
Happy writing this weekend!