My handwriting was exceptional but after getting a computer, back in the dark ages, I rarely wrote using it. Letters to relatives and friends became less and less frequent, and typing was faster and easier, but the finished product was very neat, but not “personal”. Reading a handwritten letter is more meaningful. A note here: my grandson J who was born without arms, has the best cursive in the family! So, yes, I think it is a valuable tool. I think if more people actually took a pencil or pen to write a note or letter to their loved ones or friends, the world would be a better place. Too simple, you say? I can write here or email or text, blast someone, anonymously—possibly, but looking that person in the eye or sitting down to compose a letter, I might think twice. Shooting off a text is too fast and too easy and real communication is lost. Cursive writing is an art, taking the time to make letters as perfect as possible, so you have to think when you write. Isn’t that worth the extra time? And then there is calligraphy, another art form of communication.
I just started reading a new book by Jack Carr and James M. Scott entitled “Targeted Beirut“, about the 1983 marine barracks bombing, and the untold origin story of the war on terror. “The first in a new in-depth nonfiction series examining the devastating terrorist attacks that changed the course of history.”
He was a rogue, obviously, but did have somewhat gentle hands. Apparently the sentinel in front of her home was on a coffee break when the fragile woman was taken hostage. The silver heart bracelet she always wore was ripped away when he took her hand. She lay tonight, heart pulsing, the memory of her abduction fresh as it came every night, and finding no solace for her in the silence of her bedroom. These five years since, the recurring nightmare plagued her. She was rescued, her captor imprisoned, but there was still no peace for her.
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Joe checked the strings on his guitar He certainly didn’t want to mar The love song he had written for her All the while hoping she would concur With the words poetically strung in a loving song Asking for her to belong To him.
1. Did your parental home have a ‘parlour’ or front room reserved only for when you had visitors? No
2. Did you ever go to stay with relatives during the school holidays? No
3. Did relatives (cousins, grandparents) come to stay with your family in the holidays? Yes, loved that, it was crowded coziness!
4. What do you remember from the 1960s. Alternative question for readers who were born later than I was (1956) What decade do you remember the most about?I turned 18, got my first real job – for the government, married and my two sons were born, man landed on the moon and flower children were protesting the war in Vietnam.
Gratitude: I am grateful that my granddaughter arrived safely for a home visit!
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