Monday, April 1, 2013

Grandmother's New View...



Grandmother has a new view.  
I wonder...
When will I?



Blessings to all those who wonder....
Joanne

Saturday, January 19, 2013

WRITE ON!


There is a debate going on about whether or not cursive handwriting should continue to be taught in schools.  Some teachers say that knowing how to type is more important these days.  Okay – I understand that.  At times, I am a “mad texter” myself.  I have always loved to type, and I do love the email!  But I do hope the teaching of cursive will not be discarded.  I believe penmanship is something that is part of our identity.  The way our handwriting looks tells a story about us – how we go about doing things….

In elementary school, just learning to write in cursive, we called it REAL writing.  If the teacher wanted sentences, a paragraph, or an essay, the question always came, “Do you want it in “real writing”?

I can remember the handwriting of some of my school chums from so many years ago!  I watched my left-handed friend hunched over her desk, carefully copying something from a textbook.  I was mesmerized by the careful movement and the perfect letters that came out of the awkward way she held her hand and pencil.  And the way the little boy I had a crush on crunched up his face as he wrote.  Looking over at his paper, I fancied I could see his facial expression in his handwriting!  When I helped the teacher, I knew whose test paper I held, without looking at the name.

I love to watch my husband write his name!  The movements are as unique as he is.  The handwriting of my children makes me happy!  I remember my Mother’s small neat script…my Father’s scrawl.  I remember the handwriting of some of my teachers on the blackboard.  One teacher stood very close to the board and wrote hard and slowly - as though the chalk were going to jump out of his hand at any moment.  Then he went back to dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s as a final job.  He performed this task as though he were mad at the letters for needing something extra.  Another teacher wrote with a flourish and used lots of exclamation points after her flowing writing.  The handwriting style said so much about who they were…

I recently helped some elderly people shop for groceries.  I watched, as each person slowly and carefully signed their name in the electronic box at the check-out counter – in cursive.  I sensed that they wanted to write their names perfectly – it was as if they were positive their signature would be seen by everyone.  “This is who I am,” their slow, spidery, crawling penmanship said to the electronic box on the counter.

I love to write letters and receive letters.  But what is a handwritten letter unless it is in “real writing”?

What will happen if they stop teaching cursive writing in public schools?  Will this technique only be taught in college under a “Special Studies” curriculum?  Will we slowly become a culture that uses only electronic devices to communicate?  (Gee – I think I already know the answer to that.)

Will the love notes I put in my husband’s lunch box be unearthed and put in a museum someday, as a rare item – perhaps called a hieroglyphic?  (Uh – I hope not….blush)

Cursive penmanship makes me happy!  Perhaps something in real writing will be in the mailbox today!