Being a fan of mysteries, I’ve always thought having a secret code would be fun. As a kid I dabbled with a few things, but never really managed to learn and use any of them.
Then at the zoo I accidentally discovered that I have a secret code that I was unaware of.
After spending the afternoon at the zoo we decided to take advantage of the choice to apply our entrance fee to the price of a membership. I filled out the application and returned it to the young woman at the customer service desk.
To my surprise she couldn’t read my information. I had written it in cursive. Then to my amazement she went on to tell me that she had learned cursive in high school, but since most materials are typed, all young adults print – she rarely sees cursive, and had forgotten how to read it.
I knew that all three of my young adults printed, even though I did teach them cursive, but I never connected it to the use of computers.
It’s logical, but I also felt a sense of loss.[Tweet ” [Tweet “There’s a richness to cursive that you don’t find in printing, although a lot of the new fonts do add that graceful touch.”]
I have very nice handwriting, even if I have to say so myself, and I’ve realized through this experience that I will not be handing it down to my children.
There is also the richness of the language that we’ve lost too. Theodore Roosevelt’s Letters to His Children, is a great read aloud that will help your children, and you, realize how well people used to express themselves. I remember Dan reading these to us on our front porch and having the neighborhood children coming over to listen.
Of course you can just read one of the Apostle Paul’s greetings to realize that too.
Romans 1:6-9 KJV – “Among whom are ye also the called of Jesus Christ: To all that be in Rome, beloved of God, called [to be] saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father, and the Lord Jesus Christ. [Tweet “First, I thank my God through Jesus Christ for you all, that your faith is spoken of throughout the whole world.”] For God is my witness, whom I serve with my spirit in the gospel of his Son that without ceasing I make mention of you always in my prayers;”
But there is always an upside to change too. Although I mourn the loss of hand written notes, I’m guilty of using the new-fangled computer to communicate via email, FB, and other forms of social media. Even my 80+ year old mother-in-law emails me.
So, on to progress, although I don’t know that I will ever succumb to “reaching out” instead of writing or calling or “my bad” instead of a real apology, I plan to try to keep up with changes in technology as long as I’m able.
How about you? What changes do you feel sentimental about?