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Rosemary Porto's avatar

My earliest school memory is the cursive alphabet lining the top of a gigantic blackboard in the front of the classroom. We practiced over and over. By high school all us good Catholic girls had a very similar handwriting, just like sisters that taught us.

Now I still write in cursive in my notebook but my handwriting has evolved. It’s bolder, bigger and flourished. And I like it very much. It’s a pity some people can’t read it.

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Maureen O’Connor Saringer's avatar

My hairdresser told me that the National Archives have a special project going whereby people who CAN READ CURSIVE translate the text into written documents, because of all the people who will not otherwise be able to read this historical documents.

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