|Team GB after winning the Olympics bronze medal|
Looking at the theme picture again I still had no idea what to write about. But then it dawned on me. Thank you, Kat!
|Text written in mirror writing on the theme picture|
Aided by the information already supplied, my partial transcription reads as follows.
Michael Collins ......................
..ayers before throwing .. ...
... ball at Croke Park match
v. .ip.. .I'll leave it to the Irish/native readers to complete the text and to correct my suggestions.
Accomplishing this task it occurred to me that handwriting is something very personal. Usually you can easily recognize the handwriting of people you know. Handwriting is not something you are born with but it develops during childhood. And then, at a certain point in time, it is what it is and it stays until your hand loses its steadiness. But until that time it is almost like a signature. Until not too long ago employers required job applications to be written manually. And then it frequently happened that a graphologist was consulted to analyze the applicant's character. I haven't got a clue what the invention of the computer annex keyboard has done to this profession. But I do know that my own handwriting deteriorates because I hardly write anymore. So it remains to be seen whether people ten generations from now will still master this art. My prediction is that graphology eventually will be a vanished profession. To convince you that handwriting does add a certain beauty to a communication, I'll show you some examples from my ancestors. Without exception I can read these letters without any problem. But as the content is not relevant for this post, I will not burden you with translations of each of them. I am merely interested to show you some "pictures" (please click to enlarge). Maybe also to hear whether handwriting in your country shows some similarities or that you were being taught a style of writing that is completely different.
|A 1945 draft letter written by my Mother J.H. Miebies- de Langen|
when she was 28 years old.
|A 1945 letter written by my Mother's best friend I. Weststeijn|
They did grammar school and high school together in the same class.
I believe I see certain similarities.
|A 1945 letter written by my grandmother A. de Langen-Doelman.|
I am still impressed by the regularity of her writing.
Here she was 52 years old.
|A 1945 letter written by my 56 years old grandfather G.Th. de Langen.|
For people in possession of sharp eyes or a magnifying glass.
|A 1939 letter written by my father J.C. Miebies.|
The following two manuscripts are very special to me. They were given to me by my above mentioned grandmother. It is a school exercise book that belonged to her grandfather! His name was Cornelis Doelman (Maasland, Sept. 25, 1829 - Rijswijk, Jan. 17, 1903). He made these penmanship exercises when he was 13 years old in 1842.
|Het is dwaasheid iets tot een anderen dag uit te [stellen].|
It is foolish to [postpone] something to another day and time.
Here is another page from the same exercise book.