Prompt #
42 – Handwriting
The deterioration of my handwriting I shall blame on fifty years of keyboards. Although it never was beautiful. I've always admired a really artistic hand like many architects and artists have, especially those who design their own fonts. Like Charles Rennie Mackintosh.
The deterioration of my handwriting I shall blame on fifty years of keyboards. Although it never was beautiful. I've always admired a really artistic hand like many architects and artists have, especially those who design their own fonts. Like Charles Rennie Mackintosh.
One of
my prize possessions is a poetry book which my mother received as an
award for her handwriting in 1932. And I also have an autograph book
in which she wrote to me: Away back here and out of sight, I write my
name with all my might. I'd write it better if I could, but nature
said I never would.
Above this page is the signature I also treasure, in an ancient geography textbook which belonged to my other grandmother Margery, autographed by her when she was around ten years old, before she emigrated to Canada from Somerset. When she married, she changed both her names to avoid confusion with her husband's sister who was also a Hilda.
The Bliss Carman poem is in my grandmother Winifred's, my mother's mother's handwriting. I also have copies of letters in Anne's, my mother's grandmother's handwriting.
And last Christmas, my cousin Carol gave me an old postcard mailed in December 23, 1917 from Richmond, Surrey, to our grandmother Winifred from her grandmother Jessie who died in 1920. Incredible. There is a photo of a dog on the front who I guess may be named Rip and the copy says: Rip joins us in love and best wishes for the new year. J*B
This topic made me look and it made me see. I found another surprise in that same old autograph book.
Forget you! no I never will As long as I can whistle. I may as well forget to jump When I sit on a thistle. Daddy.
Above this page is the signature I also treasure, in an ancient geography textbook which belonged to my other grandmother Margery, autographed by her when she was around ten years old, before she emigrated to Canada from Somerset. When she married, she changed both her names to avoid confusion with her husband's sister who was also a Hilda.
The Bliss Carman poem is in my grandmother Winifred's, my mother's mother's handwriting. I also have copies of letters in Anne's, my mother's grandmother's handwriting.
And last Christmas, my cousin Carol gave me an old postcard mailed in December 23, 1917 from Richmond, Surrey, to our grandmother Winifred from her grandmother Jessie who died in 1920. Incredible. There is a photo of a dog on the front who I guess may be named Rip and the copy says: Rip joins us in love and best wishes for the new year. J*B
This topic made me look and it made me see. I found another surprise in that same old autograph book.
I'm inspired to go find some handwriting!
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