Toes of the Statue of Liberty arriving at Liberty Island in the Late 1800's
Today, lazy day on the bank of the fishing lake:
My grandson out in Utah just moved. We had to ask for an address. He said something that made me think. He said, “We (He and his daughter) only get mail from you, I forgot about the address.”
At a receiving for the death of a friend lately, his brother was there. He drew several house plans for me when I used to work. As we talked his son came over and he introduced him. I asked the natural question, “Is he going to be an Architect?”
“Jack, he can’t read nor write cursive, thinks it is a foreign language. But he is trying.”
I do write a few letters now, but they are on the word processer. I used to actually write long hand (remember that term?). When we were separated by orders, mostly on Government paid cruises on the USS (what ever), I wrote a lot of love letters. (Paula talks about writing Mel when he was in Japan, yes ‘them’ love letters.
In school and even lately when I see a copy of the Bill of Rights or the Constitution I WONDER how anyone could write that long a document with such beauty and correctness.
How is your handwriting? Mine has deteriorated. Sherry, Shirl and friend Mary Ann still have very good ‘longhand’.
Today I am taking a break, waiting for someone to come and fix the blow out on the motor home that happened a few weeks ago on the way to NC. I have put it off too long during this ‘fishing expedition.’
North Carolina facts (since we are here)