The other week my coworker were watching two teens text back and forth while sitting next to each other and we commented how their teen years will not contain the note passing we did in school. Then, I mentioned that I have a container full of handwritten notes, letters and cards. I have birthday cards, retreat letters, camp notes and long rambling letters about nothing in particular. I love them, not only for the messages but for all the cursive and printed writing. It is wonderful to see the variety of styles.
I have always been hooked on handwritten notes going back to when my mom put them on napkins in packed lunches to leaving them on the kitchen counter after school, when she worked second shift. While current and practical, it would not be the same getting a text message from my mom. And even though my 86-year-old gramma emails, I still like seeing her scrawled notes because it is almost a puzzle to figure out when she wrote!
One of my favorite pieces of handwriting is in my altered recipe book, a recipe card hand written by my mom right after she got married. The recipe is a familiar, but the card is beautiful! It inspired me to use as much of my own handwriting in transferring recipes into my book so that there’s a little piece of me in that book!
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