Apparently yesterday, 23 January, was National Handwriting Day. I did not know this till today, yet oddly decided yesterday that instead of e mailing a friend I would take some nice writing paper and my new, lime green Lamy pen to a cafe and write a real letter!
I love the feel of pen on paper. Do you?
I can remember in primary school learning to copy my letters and loving it, trying to make them a perfect shape. When I was about ten I won two tickets to the local cinema in a handwriting competition. Do they still have handwriting competitions? At Art School we studied calligraphy and had to painstakingly copy the Roman alphabet - each letter so subtle and beautiful.
This evening I'm hand writing the labels for the place settings at the village Burns Supper which I enjoy doing every year.
The card here, made by my sister, has on it a photograph of my maternal Grandmother and the handwriting is that of her Father in a letter to her dated 1902. Isn't it a beautiful keepsake?
The recipe is in my Mother's neat hand, and remarkably similar is the inscription by my Uncle Jack, on my Father's side of the family.
Will there be fewer such mementoes from our generation?