In considering what about my life I would save for posterity, I realised that while I love period movies, old architecture & baroque music, I have largely embraced technology & all the conveniences they afford. Even the last stronghold, print books, have been replaced by my iPad mini.
There is still one thing which I strongly believe is better done the old fashioned way: writing. Loving Husband & I write letters to each other regularly. There is something special about penning a letter instead of sending an email or SMS (which we do plenty of as well for more mundane communication).
Loving Husband & Older Daughter are huge fans of fountain pens: the former using them mostly for writing, the latter for artistic & decorative pursuits (her latest kick being a return to calligraphy). I think they like the feel of the nib moving over the paper, the rigours of refilling & cleaning their pen collection.
Loving Husband and I are not handwriting experts (although he is a special needs educator and has seen lots of children with writing issues), but we have considered at great length what this generation of children are losing by not writing as much as a lot of their work is done on the computer. We have wondered whether the physical act of writing actually builds neural pathways which come only from hours of repetitive writing (eg. cursive writing exercises).
Over the past decade, Loving Husband has made it his mission to gift as many people (mostly our godchildren & his students) with fountain pens – it is his mission to encourage the mindfulness and sense of importance that comes with writing with a beautiful instrument. It is his way of preserving the important craft of hand writing for posterity.