I wanted to write a “Dear Diary” paragraph here, but would you believe, a computer will not let me …
Yes, soon, cursive will be a lost art.
I guess I don’t have to worry about my children sneaking into my room at night to read my old diaries from the late 1980s/early 1990s – they wouldn’t understand the words on the pages anyways. It’s all in cursive.
Second grade – that was the year that separated us from the “younger” students. No more “Letter Friends.” (In kindergarten, we met the “Letter Friends” and in first grade, we watched them on TV before/after we read “One Potato, Two Potato” in class.)
And, more importantly, second grade was the year we learned cursive as part of our curriculum.
For the past nearly three decades, it’s all I have used – or some form of it.
And lucky for me, I can actually read the lost art.
In college, my Grandma would send me letters, notes and cards – all written in cursive. Her writing was beautiful. Still is. I love the way she slants her words and signs her name. Throughout her apartment are notes, still written in cursive. I have never seen her use print.
I don’t like to print either. It takes too long.
The other week, I had to write a note addressed to the speech therapist at my son’s school. I used cursive. I hope she was able to read it.
What is going to happen when people “my age” write notes in cursive for our children to read or others?
We are going to hear this, “I don’t know what that says. I never learned to read/write cursive” as they walk away holding yet another new electronic device.
Students are still required to learn a foreign language – at least to my knowledge.
I took Spanish for five years. I have used it … zero times. Although, in case I am ever lost in Mexico, I can ask the following question: “Donde esta el bano?” – WHERE IS THE BATHROOM?
By not offering cursive in school, we are dumbing down a generation already engrossed in iPods, iPads, tables, cell phones, texting, emailing, tweeting/twittering, kindles, kindle fires, Xboxes and PlayStations.
Even libraries are now offering courses on how to use electronic devices and Microsoft Word programs.
I wonder if in 30 years these same libraries will offer “How to Read/Write Cursive” where everyone brings along hand-written notes from their ancestors to be deciphered by strangers.
Doesn’t that make you feel all warm and fuzzy? Having strangers tell your loved ones what life was like day in and day out …
And for those of you reading this 30 years from now, my diaries are located in the green bin inside my closet … it is filled with juicy details of junior high dances; romances; fights; and breakups written from the view of a sassy teenager.