An art, that I fear is being lost and dumped into the educational file thirteen, is that of cursive writing.
I know …I know…I’m going to go on-and-on about when I was in school.
Well, I am!
We spent a great deal of time copying and practicing on those newsprint tablets. We were even graded on it; it was part of our grammar school GPA, for heaven sakes. It was called, penmanship… the art, skill, or technique of writing by hand. Remember that?
There is nothing more beautiful, in my mind, than the fluid flourish and sweep of the hand, writing a cursive signature. It can also resemble chicken scratches…but…a beautiful handwritten anything, is to be treasured.
We’ve all gone through the stages of deciding what our signature was going to look like. Long ago and far away, I practiced on the front of my notebooks, stationary, napkins, yearbooks, and of course those cute autograph books that had the nifty key attached… so no one would sneak a peek at our most private hand written exchanges.
Can you imagine, the Declaration of Independence signed in a printed hand or worse yet—computer fonts?
What about those precious letters from the past, we’ve discovered in the attic?
Ugh…it gives me chills to think of it!
I am pleased that some schools are reintroducing this, soon to be, lost form of writing. My grandchildren’s school offers cursive writing, and they love it.
Mother, Corn Rose, had beautiful penmanship. I loved to watch her write letters. She would often draw little illustrations in the margins of her letters to explain something she couldn’t find the words for. It seemed effortless for her and I tried to emulate her style, but it was a futile.
Down deep, I think she felt my southpaw affliction put me at a disadvantage.
What will become of the cursive signature that we are asked to provide on a myriad of documents? Where it says, “Please print your name on this line and your signature on the other,” will we simply print both—will they do away with it altogether—maybe use a stamp with our name on it?
I know… you’re probably thinking some should stop trying to sign their names. It’s like trying to read hieroglyphics… you know who they are. They were white coats.
Anyway, I think cursive is worth saving. It’s teaches a grace and beauty that can adorn so many things in our lives that is uniquely our own.
images from the internet 2013