The other day I read an article talking about how the teaching of cursive handwriting is being completely abandoned in school, mostly because computers have made it unimportant. I disagree, but largely because I was taught cursive, and use it primarily in my handwriting. I can’t imagine how printing could be anywhere close to as efficient as cursive when you have to use pen and paper.
I have never had beautiful handwriting, and I’ve never particularly enjoyed physical writing compared to typing on a keyboard. Despite this fact, the story of my learning this skill is an important one in my childhood. It is a tale involving a discouraging 1st grade teacher, a converted home schoolhouse, and a really old woman. Continue reading