Just the other day, the spouse and I were ruminating about the approaching demise of one signifier of our self as an individual : writing - our handwriting!
This one .............
This quaint handwriting ........
Oh dear, I am noticing signs of rebellion.
Nowadays we appreciate and take pride in all things that are hand made and we are willing to dig deep into our pockets for items made by human hands!
But more and more we are losing the one art that can be created only by us - our handwriting. Just think, there are millions of us (those who were lucky enough to go to school) able to scribble and identify themselves by their handwriting - each one distinct and unique, just like our fingerprints.
However, we now take to the keyboard and indicate ourselves less and less by our handwriting ( and signature) - but by passwords, codes and pin numbers. Welcome to the digitised world!
We don't write letters anymore. We do not keep envelopes in the house and neither do we buy stamps. We only send e-mails!
Part of my primary school education included subjects like "Writing" and that was included as an examination subject.
|A 'Writing' Examination - 1957, PPES.
'Letter Writing' was always part of the English Language Examination.
|'Letter Writing' for a Primary Six examination, 1957, PPES
A few days ago, I received a comment - a very touching note - from Kalsom Taib - from my cohort group, so to speak.
Kalsom, I hope the above images will bring a big smile to your face - and to remind you of our good (and at that time it seemed horrible), old days.
So, I thought I'd like to sit down and write you a letter - to overlay an electronic page with a letter written with a fountain pen - to thank you for the content and kindness in your message.
We, Kalsom and I, are blessed to be able to observe and live the present life we have. Materially and technically we have gained so much. But the price we pay is too awful - at times - to bear.
Here's my 'Dictation' Examination - ideas still as valid - if not even more today - as 58 years ago.
The greatest honour is the honour which men give to you in their hearts.
A song we heard on the radio in our kampung house in 1954/1955.