I would love to see a small paragraph of his text here and there. The longer content could be saved somewhere else, where the background details and colors of the words, grammar, and punctuation would be able to be read.
Learning How To Write Your Name In Cursive Online
Everyone knows the feeling of handwriting your name on your high school diploma. Only to watch it flutter back and forth and see if it can stick. Or, perhaps, you were allowed to write your name with a tiny circle, and no one ever said anything.
If you’re like me, you’re trying to write your name the old-fashioned way, the way some people do it, or even the way it used to be. That might also happen to be the same hand that once taught you to write. And that’s OK. I’ve both practiced it in a pencil and my nieces and nephews grow up playing the piano with a simple round baton called a “lismus”—formal teaching gave way to formal learning in middle school, so these days a name at the keyboard can take three days. But it can still be amazing, and a little personal satisfaction at being unique.
I just had a niece who, at age 5, had her first crayon drawing. She drew a horse and a “rodeo.” I’m sure that might be her first crayon drawing—but I’m not checking her curriculum or checking the data, though I’m sure it’s true. My niece received a handwritten letter from her niece—it’s the way she thinks.
In addition to my niece, I’ve known several people who wrote their names in cursive after learning to play piano or guitar or sing at an early age. And it’s funny. They either made the spelling of their names happen automatically by way of free associations, or somehow got in their heads the character notation in a script that they really liked. It’s also funny that in a library catalog from many years ago, there were only two main ways to write the name of the individual who produced the checkbook: both with the letter C (when you’re an account clerk)—“JOHN DAUNTE”—and with a striking letter M.
This did not please my mom, who hates the idea of having a handle like this, but she sure likes his name. She takes it as a sign of high intelligence.
Why, when the car and the garage and the bedroom and your places of work have been in the same hand since you were a kid, you’re suddenly just starting to learn the proper names in two different ways? I imagine you have a form in your head—a rhyming combination of letters and numbers—that have become part of the personal script for you, but it’s kind of weird when it doesn’t work when you’re looking for someone in a grocery store.
It’s only natural for people to do what they can to compensate. Handwriting, in the sense of writing, is a thing that is hard to process—this is the reason your grandparents in boarding school all but forgot how to write. It’s also hard to understand the handwriting of anyone other than yourself or your parents, even if your grandfather had the fifth-best sounding alphabet ever invented (what was it again? I can’t remember!). I remember my brother after all of these years going to spell-check and knowing everything. He often commented on how the initials are key to the way “she” speaks with a particular accent (as in: I’m on my way. Where are you? Seriously? seriously?).
For a kid like my niece, who has almost no photographic memory of the phonetic spelling of her name, learning to write it will require a bit of un-remembering. There will be still be the letters there, and she’ll learn them. But it will be an unfortunate loss to a few people, some children whose names do not follow the rules.
I also had friends whose names changed every year. This was mostly in elementary school, when I would see their new name printed on a pamphlet about what, at the time, was the best option for spelling in the school directory. My second-grade friend Kay’s last name was Barash; her maiden name was Gould; and her middle name was Cain. Kay is now Cantwell. Of course, the reason she changed her name is that her mom found her birth certificate at her adoptive parents’ house when she was three years old, and the Irish last name of her biological father was not the right one. That didn’t make her name less uncommon in our classroom. But I had a hard time letting it go.
I could not imagine my middle name ever being Crow. I’m always watching my niece for hope that her C will stick. The name will be… Crow.