Report cards came out today. I have a star student. She made the star roll! Straight A's on her report card! I am so proud of her! She is so smart. As I signed her report card I had a memory of getting my report card signed.
I remember when I got my report card from school I was always proud of it. In those days you got an E for excellent not an A. I would show it to my Mama and then I would ask her not to sign it. I wanted my Daddy to do it. My Daddy had beautiful handwriting. When he was in school it was called penmanship. He always wrote with a fountain pen. It was only on the rarest of occasions that I ever saw him fix an ink blot that he had made. He would hold his pen above the paper and swirl it around with his fingers before placing the nib to the paper, then a work of art would appear. The curves and lines in his name alone to my eyes were so beautiful. I can close my eyes and see his name now. My daddy taught me how to write. My mama always insisted that I learn to write neat because she had chicken scratch for handwriting and did not want me to have that. I am proud to say, when I wish, I can write very well.