Sweet Handwriting


Handwriting

A document written by hand comes rarely these days.  Other than a handwritten greeting in a Christmas card, can you recall the last time you received a letter written by hand?

Last week my brother, Joseph Packey, took the time and made a special effort to let me know he was thinking about me.  His two-page letter came so unexpectedly that I know I’ll remember the joy it brought when I saw his hand writing.

“Something has been bothering me for years now,” he wrote.  “Maybe you can help me out.   When Dad came home on Friday, he would leave you and me and brother Jack a one-dollar bill for our allowance.  Who got the extra quarter?

“Not much going on here in Los Angeles.  It’s been too hot to go outside.  Luckily we have A/C.  We put it in two years ago.  Prior to that a fan or two was enough.  Each year the temperatures get worse and worse.

“Our main activity is playing cards.  Jan and I each play bridge two times a week.  Jan and I play pinochle, gin, bridge and Kings in the Corner.  We watch a lot of movies with Netflix with both streaming and individual selections.”

E-mail may be fast and more efficient, but it can’t show the person’s handwriting.  And, that’s the key to communication: handwriting.  Because you can’t disguise it!

Admit it.  The first thing you really that notice of  is a person’s handwriting.  Subconsciously or not, you do.   The sad thing is that your penmanship suffers if not used regularly.  Brother Joe’s writing appeared the same as always.  Not a bit shaky, fine-tuned really.

Even sadder is the fact that grade school children aren’t learning to write cursive.  If a grandparent sends a gift with a handwritten note, they can’t read it.  It’s become a foreign language.  To them handwriting appears something like Chinese art or Egyptian hieroglyphs.

If you happen upon an old letter or a recipe written by hand, you remember the person and feel closer to them.

Technology has made the handwritten letter a thing of the past just like many fine things which have disappeared: ironed shirts, aprons, fine china and silver, antiques, and line-washed dish towels.

(Thanks Photo Pin for another fine photo!)

 

Author: lebensbornnovel

There at the base of a mountain, I live in a rustic cabin with my engineer/writer husband and loving cat, Alfie. I am a former journalist and pr consultant. In my blog I attempt to capture a sliver of WW history, the Lebensborn program to create a Master Race, and to add newsworthy tidbits which are 'somewhat' relevant to this subject.

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