Cursive writing appears to be a dying art. The Sunday papers today in Germany report that cursive writing is being taught less and less in schools – in its place, the more functional print writing is favoured. In facts, it is up to schools to decide if they want to bother to teach it at all. And they mainly now decide for the simpler and often clearer print script.
One of the legacies of my early years in India, is the cursive handwriting which was drilled into me, and for which I am now thankful. My english schoolmates had only just begun to grapple with ‚joined-up writing‘ as I entered primary school life. And from what I can see from current correspondence with my contemporaries, many chose not to adopt it in later life. Judging from the school work that I often see my mother marking at home, cursive writing is nowadays more of an exception than a standard. And apparently, even in India it has long stopped being the norm. Which leads me to conclude that it is a generational change. But not necessarily one that we should be happy about.
Granted, not everyone will agree that my handwriting is at all times legible (just ask a few nurses on my ward), but I would somehow hate to loose the loops and flourishes in my hand. And in my nostalgic moments, when I sift through the stash of old letters from my husband, I gain just as much pleasure from seeing the easy flair of his penmanship as from the words themselves.