I love it, meaning, I love writing cursive, not someone’s suffering
Some poor soul on Tumblr, seems to’ve been traumatised by cursive as a kid.
While my chicken scrawl is legible only to me mostly, I love the doing of it. The actual writing. (I do write legibly if someone else has to read it, mostly Abby, Mom or Priyanka1)
Peter Morwood, in his beautiful post, makes a lovely point as well …
Also, learning to write cursive meant learning to read cursive (it would have been hard to separate one from the other!) which is a useful skill when looking at historical stuff, and which might prove a problem for future Professional Historians who weren’t taught cursive, so will have to learn it from scratch.
The thought that I’ve stumbled into some niche skill by attrition and accident, makes me smile :)
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Three presentations together and I still insist on mostly outlining on paper and she’s stuck trying to deciper it 😂 ↩︎