I bought this magnet for someone else. Then I decided I needed it more. A clear case of practicing what I try not to preach. I dislike preaching. I prefer teaching.
Last evening I spent huge blocks of time going over some of the copies of Jefferson's handwriting and drawings. He wrote on both sides of the paper. Frugal Thom. His writing is still legible. See? What would have been the point of saving these documents if no one could read them? I checked out Lincoln's handwriting too. Impressive! I can hardly wait for National Handwriting Day.
Do you know calligraphy is considered another lost art? Yep. I, myself do not think it as such, but who am I beyond who I am? I see at it as as less used art, seeing as how plain old writing and printing are capable ways of communicating. Calligraphy is the icing on the writing cake, don't you think? More people seem to agree that it's worth learning, hence the resurgence of interest in the art form. I recently read how more people are learning basic cursive because of a desire to learn calligraphy. One has to begin at the very beginning, like Nephew II, who was not taught the skill of cursive in school. I was busy blaming his mama! Note: There is science that proves a connection between learning cursive and thinking. I've discovered a dump truck load of interesting facts about our attempts to leave our written mark in the world.
An interesting article printed in The Guardian on August 21, 2013 is still worth a read. Here's a small snippet from the piece: ". . . the National Handwriting Association, which aims "to raise awareness of the importance of handwriting as a vital component of literacy". And North Carolina congresswoman Pat Hurley, whose bill requiring primary schools to teach written script was unanimously passed earlier this year – although in nearby Indiana, cursive has been scrapped from the curriculum." The comments were just as telling. (lost-art-handwriting) I hope you will read a few.
Okay. Here's last night's mail count: One of three letters that missed going out this morning. Pretend you don't see the drawing in the background. That's for another day. I found and used my Hand Cancel stamp last night! It wasn't really lost. I've been disinclined to use it since I was informed that it would not be acknowledged. Then I decided, "What the heck. It's my stamp, and I'll use it if I want." So I did.
And I sent a coded message on the flap by circling words. The Typewriter stationery delivers a double message: inside-out. Hope you're able to see the wee white letters!
Here's a better view. There are limits to the length and depth of the message you are able to send, but fun is fun, right?
Letter 2! I had so much fun with this. I only meant to go with the @ but the air mail washi kept hollering, "Me! Me! Use me!" So I did. Then I blew the color scheme entirely out of my comfort zone and slapped on those Summer Harvest stamps before they slipped past their prime. I've been caught using leftover Christmas postage in summer. The Hand Cancel stamp was a triple whammy. I found my blue ink pad! Blue is a color I rarely use. That, and yellow. And green. Orange too. There are remedies for that. Right? Write more mail! Use more lesser used inks. Before they dry up.
Don't forget to use the sweet bits left over from your postage sheets.
Letter No. 3. I cannot explain the colors. That S needed using. I wish I'd saved it for brown ink now. And, an appropriate stamp, but it's what's inside that matters more.
The S is from this sheet. It's old. The alphabet is beautiful, don't you think? The colors are perfect for The Typewriter envelope. Walnut ink would be merely an accent, had I used it instead. I'd give a lot to have such flourishing skills. I know. Practice. Keep practicing.
So, did you read the story about the WW II prisoners of war letters found in a cereal box in Tennessee? In need of a heart-wrencher? A tear jerker? A heart-warmer? Another push to help you understand why letter-writing matters? Yes? Then Google the key words and read the story. Photos are included! And yes, their handwriting was, and still is legible! The story is also in the Nashville Tennessean. Read on, then write!