Pen and Paper

A wonderful lady I used to work with passed away a couple of weeks ago. Over the weekend I was at her funeral. The pastor said that he was always delighted to get her frequent cards in the mail. He always knew that they were from her because her handwriting was so recognizable. Can you recognize a person by just their handwriting?

I can vividly remember practicing my handwriting. I was constantly yelled at by my third grade private school teacher. “You have to write all of your letters in one direction!” I would slant my letters left, then I would slant my letters right. She did not like this. As strict as she was, she did teach me the importance of uniformity. To this very day, I often practice my handwriting as she once instructed me to do.

Depending on my mood, I may write with bubbly letters. I may write with tall letters. I even practice my calligraphy. Writing is my meditation, my comfort, and my go-to.

I came in contact with a senior in high school not long ago. Looking at his writing it looked as if he belonged in the second grade. Writing is a lost art. I hope and pray it comes back in “style”.