Writing Letters is a Lost Art, and now, so is…

…learning cursive! I came home one day to find my grandson and his father huddled over a spiral notebook at the kitchen table. Hud was laboriously practicing the letter H in cursive. IMG_1254 Now in fifth grade, he told me that cursive  is no longer taught in his school, so I credit Sam for insisting that it is important for him to be able to at least sign his own name in script. Granted, his printing is fine and legible, but how can it be that handwriting is no longer a lifetime skill that requires instruction and practice? I don’t get it – makes me wonder what else is being dismissed as time-consuming and irrelevant ? Having been a teacher, I know there are only so many hours in a school day, but I believe handwriting is such a personal thing to develop from the time a child can grasp a pencil that it should not be eliminated from the curriculum. There are some things computers and spell check should not replace. Learning to write in cursive should not be one of them. My Dad was a master of letter writing , and I loved his long newsy pages written in flowing ink, and signed in his own inimitable style. His H’s were near perfect, and with practice, I believe his great grandson’s will be too!

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Last But Not Least – My Dad

The best acceptance speech I ever witnessed occurred on October 11,1974, delivered by my Dad as he was inducted into Carroll College’s Hall of Fame. And I quote:

“Being escorted up here tonight reminds me of back in 1927 when I was escorted from the University of Wisconsin where I was enrolled, by none other than Cliff Goerke, Les Smith, Kook Smith, Bud Sivage and Jake Supeda – to Carroll. When I enrolled at Carroll, I don’t know how many of you will remember,  Bible was a required freshman subject, but those same Sparta buddies told me that if I enrolled as a Catholic, I wouldn’t have to take Bible. It was not long after that I became interested in a Presbyterian minister’s daughter, and soon has a seat in Zach Davie’s Bible class’ I have always been grateful to my friends for escorting me to Carroll. I managed to pass my Bible class – married the minister’s daughter – later returned to Carroll to coach and teach, and have been a business man in this community ever since. I am very proud to have been chosen to be a member of Carroll’s Hall of Fame, and appreciative of this honor.” IMG_1230My sisters and I are also grateful that Dad’s friends abducted him from Madison on that fateful day!