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the Economics of Cursive Handwriting

February 19, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Since I’ve been on a letter writing kick in 2015, I’ve been thinking more about cursive handwriting and how something that was once a mainstay elementary school lesson is becoming extinct. Although my cursive handwriting has morphed into a hybrid combination of cursive and print, handwriting and old-fashioned letter writing go hand in hand.

Do you remember the cursive alphabet cards and how they lined the wall of the classroom like a wallpaper border above the chalkboard?

Big Q, little q.

That cursive Q was the strangest letter of all, and I’m certain I never perfected it. But somehow I think trying to form those calligraphy-like letters was an important lesson, a ritual that taught fine motor skills and discipline and patience.

cursive letter Q

When I was a kid, this was a cursive Q. Someone (Thomas Jefferson?) obviously confused it with the number 2.

 

There was a time when cursive handwriting was considered artwork. Look at this beautifully handwritten poem from a pre-civil war autograph book (courtesy of The Graphics Fairy).

Beautiful handwriting

 

I am not an educator, but I’m a parent. A parent of children who learned cursive in the 1990s, and I’m glad they did.

I understand that life has evolved and kids have changed and there is so much to learn and so little time in the classroom. I understand. I’d also like to think there is value to learning cursive writing beyond cursive writing. Perhaps sitting in the classroom practicing that Q over and over is what helps me sit at my desk today and write even when the words aren’t flowing the way I need them to flow. Maybe something as simple as cursive handwriting is the backbone for what follows. Reading. Fine Motor Skills. Hand Eye Coordination. Writing. Critical Thinking.

But.

Don’t we have more important things to do?

We have technology now, which is life-changing and if I had to live one day without my MacBook Air and iPhone, I’d go into sweaty withdrawals. Technology includes fabulous benefits and makes sitting at my desk and typing those cursive words easy. Kids are sharp. They know things. They tell us which apps to download and fix what needs fixing.

But.

Everything comes with a price. I was an economics major and this is basic stuff. Sacrifice one thing to choose another. Trade-offs create opportunity cost. If I choose to waste two hours on Facebook, I’ve sacrificed the opportunity to write a thousand words. And if instead of spending time on Facebook, I had written a thousand words and sold the story for $200, the opportunity cost of wasting time of Facebook is greater than mere time.

In our schools, if we trade-off cursive for more time to learn programming, what are we losing? And vice versa.

I believe we grow up to be the sum of our experiences. And there were plenty of experiences, not only cursive, that I found useless or a waste of my valuable young time. Math word problems, making my bed, going to church, practicing the piano, mowing the grass. If those things had never been part of my life, I would have had tons of time to do something else. What would the opportunity cost have been? Would I be the same person I am today? Something to think about.

Bottom line. Everything we trade-off somehow affects us. Maybe it’s worth it. Maybe not.

What do you think?

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis url=”http://bit.ly/19BRIY8″]Is there value to cursive writing beyond cursive writing? #opportunitycost[/tweetthis]

 

I’ve been time-traveling.

February 14, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Above Mt. Sequoyah, the moon rises. Only a sliver, but a bright sliver. I notice it peeking over the treetops as I pour my first cup of coffee. It is 4 a.m. I do my best thinking/writing in the wee hours, so this earliest time of morning is normal for me. Plus, there’s the old-habits-die-hard-farmer thing. Daddy saw to it that we Tate girls woke when he did. Before daylight and chickens and most civilized people. Because we weren’t. We were from Mississippi County.

I've Been Time Traveling

Daddy, Momma, Me, my sister.

 

But that’s not what this is about.

This is about what I’ve been doing instead of blogging. With only two posts so far in February (this makes three), I feel the need to explain. I haven’t left you high and dry, I promise.

I’ve been time traveling.

And it’s exhilarating and all-consuming. Something I’ve heard about but until now, never really experienced.

Yes.

I’ve been time-traveling back to 1972, deep in the setting of the book I’m writing. So deep I can smell the homemade rolls in the Keiser Elementary School cafeteria, and hear the sound of Converse tennis shoes squeaking on the gym floor, and see Mrs. Mills’ flawless cursive handwriting on the chalkboard as she wrote out our spelling words for Friday’s test.

Spelling was easy. Just sound it out.

I've been time-traveling

morgueFile 

 

It was the year of Deep Throat and Watergate, a mere blip on my young radar. My sister and I never missed The Waltons, which premiered that year. Evel Knievel broke ninety-three bones after jumping over thirty-five cars–big news! Oklahoma won the Sugar Bowl, but I thought astronauts were much more exciting than football players. Moon landings were all the rage.

Apollo 17

This image or video was catalogued by Kennedy Space Center of the United States National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) under Photo ID: KSC-72PC-0598.

 

And, on a red-hot, July day, Momma poked ten candles in my strawberry birthday cake. Plus one to grow on. I had reached double digits!

So in case you’ve missed me, that’s where I’ve been. In 1972. From well before dawn’s first light toWorld News Tonight when, by then, I am drained. 

Of course, I do take breaks throughout the day—the dogs see to it. And I have managed to somehow accomplish a few things other than writing. I’ve kept up with my 52 Handwritten Letter project. My beds are ready for spring planting. I spend a little time each day with my new Little Free Library duties, meaning I look inside, straighten the books and get excited because lots of folks are borrowing books and leaving new ones. Sometimes I do laundry, but last week I wore the same sweater three days in a row. Not kidding. Occasionally, I run the dishwasher.

All I want to do is write.

Happy Saturday and Happy Valentine’s Day!

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Missed me? I’ve been in 1972 when moon landings were all the rage. #writing #inthezone [/tweetthis]

P.S. Also, I have two new freelance jobs. One with University of Arkansas Osher Lifelong Learning Institute (OLLI for short) and the other with Winthrop Rockefeller Institute. Excited!

Musical Pairing:

Al Green – Let’s Stay Together (Number One Billboard Hit for this week in 1972)

 

 

searching for a Boo Radley tree

February 10, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

I’ve been searching for the perfect Boo Radley tree. Know what I mean? A tree with a knothole in it, just the right height and size to leave trinkets inside. In To Kill a Mockingbird, Boo Radley hid treasures in a tree knothole for Scout and Jem.


I know you love the book as much as I, and if you don’t, well, what can I say? You might want to do some deep soul searching.

In case you need a refresher, here’s a list of the gifts left in the tree:

2 pieces of chewing gum (Wrigley’s Double Mint)

2 scrubbed and polished pennies (1906 and 1900 Indian-heads)

1 ball of gray twine

2 almost perfect miniatures of two children (Scout and Jem)

1 whole package of chewing gum

1 tarnished medal (Spelling Bee medal)

1 pocket watch that wouldn’t run, on a chain with an aluminum knife

With all the trees in our neighborhood, there must be a perfect Boo Radley tree. And I have plenty of opportunity to search. I walk Lucy and Annabelle several times a day so that at night they do this…

Annabelle & Lucy

It works rather well. They pull on their leashes in different directions, bark at squirrels and people on bikes and mothers pushing baby strollers while I look at trees. I notice the bark more during the winter. Nature’s patterns are stunning, especially when there’s no hiding behind spring blossoms or autumn foliage.

tree bark - diamond pattern

Red berries truly pop.

the beauty of winter

Knotholes are noticeable. Boo Radley holes. I found a few contenders.

This one’s a little small. (Hard to tell in the picture.)

 

This is my favorite so far.

Looking for a Boo Radley Tree

Now, what to put inside there?

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.”

― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Musical Pairing:

Horst Jankowski – A Walk in the Black Forest

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Hi! I'm Talya Tate Boerner. Writer, Reader, Arkansas Master Naturalist / Master Gardener, Author of

THE ACCIDENTAL SALVATION OF GRACIE LEE (2016)

GENE, EVERYWHERE: a life-changing visit from my father-in-law (2020)

BERNICE RUNS AWAY (2022)

THE THIRD ACT OF THEO GRUENE (coming 2025)

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