In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.
When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era?
I was just thinking about this concept this morning. How I absolutely adore getting mail. Not email, but “snail mail”. A few years ago, Angela and I spent about 6 months writing actual letters to each other. It eventually fizzled out but there are few things in life that bring me more joy than having a letter arrive unexpectedly in my post box.
Of course the problem arrives when I then have to return the letter. As a hopeful future kindergarten teacher, my printing is pretty adorable. It took a lot of practice to get my “black board” writing to be neat enough for little 4 year old munchkins to read. I went out and bought a pad of that large chart paper that teachers have in their classes – you know the kind that has the two holes on the top, with big spaces between lines all the way down, and is about 3 feet long? Well I bought one so that I could write out my nursery rhymes before the lesson just to make sure my printing was neat enough. I took pride in those charts! My supervising teacher praised the neat writing, but I am sure that the munchkins had no appreciation for the time and effort it took me to correct all my old lazy habits I had managed over the 26 years of my life prior to teacher’s college.
So, if I take the time to print a letter, or the children’s story I have copied and recopied over and over in different journals, it generally comes out wonderfully. But then I think, I’m an adult! Let’s do some genuine adulting and hand write a letter. Then my sloppy left-handed smudged writing really shines! Sometimes I can’t even read my own handwriting. I’m sure if I took the time to sit and practice like I did with my printing in teacher’s college, I could come out with the same results though. I always compare my cursive to my mom’s and everyone from her generation. I would give up all the smelly markers in the world to be able to hand write like my mom, or my 70 year old aunt! Even my grandma, when her health was failing after a stroke and her letters were all shaky from taking the time to personally write to me, had better hand writing than I have.
Maybe this should be a New Years resolution for myself – to improve my hand writing. Too bad I never actually make New Years resolutions! *insert evil, yet adorable, laugh here*