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Learning to write in cursive is one of those childhood thresholds that looms large. Forming letters with rounded shapes that perfectly connect to make words is a milestone of early education. According to the CBS report, penmanship legibility "peaks at about the fourth grade." Yikes! It seems as we increase our writing speed, we often do so at the sacrifice of letter clarity. I learned to write using the Palmer method in parochial school. Cursive writing was taught, practiced, graded as seriously as any other school subject. I liked forming letters and having what was often called, "nice handwriting." I think it is what led me to try calligraphy after graduating from college.

Naturally, there is disagreement with Mr. Graham's comments by those who assert that penmanship helps stimulate memory and language skills. Mr. Graham is not writing off penmanship altogether, however, he is clear that students are not less served by less time spent on penmanship. As long as there are schools and homes that do not have computers, and as long as paper and pencils are more portable than their larger electronic counterparts, the case for penmanship has staying power.
The question of clarity and quality of handwriting does rise, but not with the stringency I experienced in my grade school education. Handwriting does not have to be beautiful or ornate with multiple flourishes. I believe it has to be personal and say something about whoever is forming the letters. I feel connected to the writer when I see his or her handwriting; this results in my saving short notes I receive. It is this very attachment that makes me especially soft on the all too infrequent letter that arrives in the mailbox at the end of my driveway. The correspondence is the tangible result of someone's hand touching a pen or pencil, which touched the paper, which wound up in my hands. This physical form, along with its intangible sentiment, softens the sometimes too harsh world.
Listening to Frank Sinatra croon, "I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter," I wonder if that is going to be the only way we receive any handwritten correspondence in the all too near future. Even the ultra smooth, uber cool Old Blue Eyes can't soften that uncanny possibility.
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