The Corona Diaries: Day Seventy-Four

The following is an excerpt from a forthcoming essay called Pen:

“Have you thought about teaching handwriting?” the clerk at Housing Works asked me, after he handed me a plastic Paper Mate pen and examined my signature on a credit card slip.

We got into a conversation about my love of pens and penmanship, and all the years I put in practicing at the Waldorf-based Rudolf Steiner School, where we watched our teacher write out the lesson in her perfect Palmer penmanship, wrote out the lesson in pencil, then went home and wrote over our pencil writing with a Schaeffer student fountain pen. This began in Third Grade. If I did the math, considering how much work we handwrote and the fact that I did not leave the Steiner School until the end of seventh grade, I spent many hours practicing handwriting as a child.  

The perfect opportunity arose when one of my students mentioned, in concert with her mother, that she wanted to learn penmanship. Her school, like so many others these days, no longer taught it. Where to begin? I ran out and purchased the correct student pencils for her age and a penmanship work book. And so began my deeper understanding that the math I mentioned -- about all those hours put in practicing – was the key to the teaching of penmanship. First, the student insisted that she did it “her way”, simply tracing the letters, in all the wrong directions; script letters always begin at the left and move, in a circular pattern to the right. The flow that penmanship is always striving towards simply cannot be achieved if the writer is just tracing letters willy nilly. Second, I saw that without daily penmanship lessons, the student would never put in the kind of practice hours that were required to get better at the skill. Finally, I realized that we were just adding penmanship to our already busy roster of scholastic activities that we needed to cover. Penmanship, like any other craft, needs to be developed over time and deserves the full attention of the teacher and student. It should never just be an “add-on.”

There’s been a debate for many years now about the dropping of penmanship in school instruction. The digital age, lack of relevance, no time -- there are all sorts of reasons presented for not teaching this skill. My feeling is that there are three crucial reasons to teach penmanship, which the Waldorf students continue to learn. First, penmanship is simply a faster way to communicate thoughts on paper. I once worked with a fourth grader who only printed, and quite slowly, I might add. How was she going to get through the fourth grade exam at the end of the year, where there was an essay component? Second, we know from research that the brain processes information more effectively when thoughts are written vs. having been typed. Finally, learning penmanship allows students to read the penmanship of those who came before us, say the Founding Fathers, who penned the Declaration of Independence.  

There’s a wonderful scene in one of my favorite holiday films, Miracle on 34th Street, where Maureen O’Hara writes a note at the bottom of her daughter’s letter to Santa Claus, who, for reasons that I won’t go into here, needs support. “I believe in you, too,” she writes in fountain pen in the same perfect Palmer penmanship as our teacher at Rudolf Steiner. 

For all of the aforementioned reasons, as well as the joy in writing or receiving a handwritten note, I will always believe in handwriting.

Here’s an excellent article on the issue, as well:

https://www.waldorftoday.com/2013/06/what-learning-cursive-does-for-your-brain-cursive-writing-makes-kids-smarter/

The Corona Diaries: Day Seventy-Three

Which leads me back to handwriting.

I am of the firm belief that the time I spent handwriting at Rudolf Steiner resulted in my lifelong love of writing.

The following is a blog I posted in February of 2019:

“When children create something, they’re invested in it.” -- Jason Greenberg, school spokesman, Sea Star Waldorf School.

Handwriting has always been very close to my heart.

I was one of the lucky ones; I was taught cursive writing as a child. I never thought I’d be saying this but I have to, because so few children are learning this skill in the digital age. It comes up in conversation with parents and teachers all the time. Parents are dismayed that their children are not being taught cursive and children are apologizing for their handwriting (as if it is their fault that they have not been taught the skill and given the opportunity to practice).

How many hours – indeed years -- did I put in learning cursive at the Rudolf Steiner School? I cannot imagine. Once we learned basic cursive, in second or third grade, we would copy Barbara Palesty’s history lesson from the blackboard – which she had written in cursive – in lead pencil in our “Good Books.” We would then go home and write over our lead pencil writing with our Sheaffer student fountain pens. Apparently children can learn cursive with fifteen minutes a day of practice. There is no question that we were putting in at least an hour a day, if you consider the copying of the lesson in school and the rewriting of it at home.

I wasn’t surprised to learn that Waldorf Schools are still teaching cursive and was thrilled to read the following article:

http://www.seastarwaldorfschool.com/sea-star-initiative/penmanship-waldorf-schools/

The Corona Diaries: Day Seventy-Two

And the handwork…

Where to begin? We learned to knit, crochet, cross-stitch, and sew. Recently, I’ve been reminded of the joy of slow sewing. There’s something truly meditative about it.

But in terms of writing, handwork develops fine motor skills, which you need for handwriting. From the Rudolf Steiner curriculum:

“Handwork is a practical art that involves the senses of sight and touch as well as balance and movement. In doing handwork, fine motor skills are refined. The children learn respect for the process of making something and gain confidence in their ability to complete a task.”

The Corona Diaries: Day Seventy-One

And, then there’s Eurythmy…

Called “an art of human movement set to music, poetry, or speech” (Rudolph Steiner Curriculum Guide) Eurythmy supports children’s learning through their bodies. This kinesthetic practice “also is intended to be a complement to intellectual learning.”

And for handwriting, Eurythmy also helps with dexterity. This whole body approach gives children an organic approach to learning how to write in cursive, something I can only truly appreciate now, in looking back after all these years.

The Corona Diaries: Day Seventy

There’s also something about those “form-drawing” lessons at Rudolf Steiner. 

This is where First Grade children are introduced to practicing straight and curved lines, skills that support the eventual learning of handwriting. 

“Precision and clarity of line, essential to good writing skills, are emphasized. Form drawing helps develop eye-to-hand coordination, the sense of uprightness in space, right/left and up/down orientation, and the ability to mirror, all skills that are needed in reading,” says the Rudolf Steiner curriculum guide.

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Nine

What is it about writing and a Waldorf education?

Is it the storytelling-like curriculum? Is it the physical act of learning cursive?

What I remember most from lower school is the teaching of ancient history, and learning how to hand write.

As it turns out, it’s all about storytelling, as a glance at the Rudolph Steiner First Grade curriculum attests: “Having listened to their nursery and kindergarten teachers tell them stories from around the world…this experience fosters an appreciation for the beauty of speech and lays the groundwork for fertile imaginations and strong, varied vocabularies.”

Now I know why I love storytelling so much.

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Eight

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Eight

The other day we watched The Talk of the Town.

In it, Ronald Colman, a renowned law professor, dictates his thoughts to newly acquired Girl Friday Jean Arthur. As I was watching, I had the visual right in front of me. He is dictating, she is writing. In other words, he is not writing down his thoughts.

If there is one piece of evidence in the mystery of the struggling writer it is the fact that thoughts come into our head more easily than they do on paper. In fact, I was just reading about this in my search for more struggling writer research: in the Language Experience Model, it is found that students have more spoken vocabulary than written words available to them.

Which is where Patsy Cooper, and When Stories Come to School, comes in. When I was working with a fourth grader who had a hard time getting his thoughts on paper, I discovered, in the brainstorming process, that he could tell me what he wanted to say, he was just having a hard time getting what he wanted to say on paper. That’s when we began the process of having him dictate his thoughts to me, which I wrote down in shorthand, then read back to him to write or type into a first draft.

Old school dictation, new school reality.

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Seven

There were also Grimm’s Fairy Tales, William Blake’s Song of Innocence and the stories of Hans Christian Andersen. I loved them all. 

It wasn’t until I became an early childhood educator that I learned that children could be storytellers, as well. An amazing curriculum by Patsy Cooper  -- When Stories Come to School -- was used in my daughter’s nursery school and I picked up a copy for myself to understand what storytelling with small children was really all about.

That’s when I learned how natural storytelling can be if a child has an opportunity to learn this skill from a young age.  

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Six

I didn’t come from a family of storytellers but my father, a librarian, brought me all sorts of books from work, including Aesop’s Fables. 

I loved these stories, which usually involved animals and morals, and were believed to have been handed down from a Greek storyteller named Aesop. Some of my favorites included Belling the Cat, The Shepherd’s Boy ( more commonly know as The Boy Who Cried Wolf), and The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse.

And, I loved the added bonus at the end of each fable – the moral typed out in quotes.

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-FIve

Why don’t the words exactly match up with the images? Why is the type so small?

These are questions that came up for me when I was teaching preschool and I was reading countless picture books with young children.

The books I remember most from my childhood were early readers such as Mr. Pine’s Purple House and Billy Brown Makes Something Grand. These were such great stories, silly and entertaining, and they had basic words that repeated themselves just enough on each page to retain them.

Once more, it’s all about storytelling. “Remember, stories — historically — were oral, not printed,” the school librarian explained to me.

Sometimes books for children get it right, and sometimes not so much. There’s a lot involved in serving children’s early reading needs.    

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Four

“They won’t be able to sit for long. You’ll have to make it short.”

So said a teacher to Diane Wolkstein, master storyteller, who was about to do a presentation for a room full of young children. 

“Just watch them,” said Diane. “I’ve had children sit in rapt attention for over an hour,” she told the teacher.

I was in the graduate education program at Brooklyn College and we were lucky enough to have Diane give a presentation on effective storytelling which she knew a lot about. In 1967 Diane founded the storytelling program in Central Park, where she began entertaining children with classic tales at the foot of the Hans Christian Andersen statue by the Boat Lake. The program continues today, although Diane passed in 2013.

Children have been listening to stories as long as there have been adults to recite them. Stories came first, writing came later. And then stories in books…well that’s a whole other discussion…

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Three

“I cannot tell you how much I hated writing when I was in school…” – Barbara

This statement was made when I was discussing working as a writing specialist with a woman at a party a few years ago. The words struck me; why was writing such a hated activity?

I’ve heard variations on this theme many times since, both from students and adults, and I’ve been more and more curious. So much so, that I even considered going back to school to study the subject. But that’s just not realistic right now. 

So, I’m going to create my own inquiry: what is the struggle with writing all about?

Needless to say, this is a multi-layered issue and the struggle will look different from person to person. That said, I’m interested in the stories of struggling writers. If you or anyone you know – no matter what age -- hates writing I want to hear from you. It will help me to understand how to work with my students. 

You can post below or email me at argbushell@gmail.com, with “Struggling Writers” in the message line. No names need to be used and your information will not be posted or published anywhere. I am simply interested in understanding these stories as research in order to further support my students.

Thank you, in advance, for sharing.

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty-Two

Signs of more life.

The church door was open and a man was doing maintenance outside. Some hopefully socially-distant picnic-ers were coming back from the park. And a young woman glided by me on pale pink roller skates. 

Needless to say, it was a sunny, spring day.

And, once more, the light was glorious…

The Corona Diaries: Day Sixty

Botanica is closed and so is the Botanic Garden.

Botanica is my favorite plant store on Atlantic Avenue. If you walked down the block on a sunny spring day you would see their display from far away. It was always one of my favorite sights at this time of year.

And the Botanic Garden. Sigh. So many annual visits. The waterfall. The tulips. The cherry blossoms.

I’m so grateful gardens are all over Brownstone Brooklyn. On my daily walks I’ve seen tulips and cherry blossoms.

And an iris trying to break free of its captivity behind an iron fence. 

The Corona Diaries: Day Fifty-Nine

“My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads…” George Emerson, A Room with a View (E.M. Forster)

Thank God it’s spring. Something else to celebrate.

And, I’m so grateful I live in Brownstone Brooklyn, a land of low buildings and plenty of sky. On my walks with Mr. Milo, he sniffs the trees and I sniff the air. Yesterday was a breezy sunny spring day.

Oh, I forgot to mention…the light was glorious.

The Corona Diaries: Day Fifty-Eight

Did I say it’s all about the movies? Otherwise, where would I have learned about Louis Armstrong?

Armstrong and the All Stars provide the fabulous jazz background for High Society, with Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Grace Kelly. Again, it would be many years later before I began collecting my own jazz albums, but a few honorable mentions have to come out of any introduction to the great Louis Armstrong. First, if I had to pick one albums that defines his artistry for me it would be Louis Armstrong Meets Oscar Peterson. This is where the trumpet and the piano meet in jazz heaven. In the hands of these two geniuses, the Great American Songbook numbers come alive, one after another, a simply perfect interpretation. 

Second, Louis introduced me to Ella Fitzgerald. Ah, that voice. I could write volumes. Suffice it to say, one of the best wedding presents I got was not a piece of china or flatware but Ella Fitzgerald, First Lady of Song, an absolutely amazing three-CD set released on Verve in the early 1990s.

Finally, the calypso sounds of Louis Armstrong and the All Stars on High Society gave me my first taste of the music of the Caribbean. When my second child was born, the best gift I got was Buena Vista Social Club, an album that brought together the stunning musicians of pre-revolutionary Cuba. The sounds on this CD simply stopped me. 

I love the fact that these gifts spoke to the fact that as a wife and mother I would still listen to music, in all its glory.

The Corona Diaries: Day Fifty-Seven

Candle in the Wind. Again, it’s all about the movies.

While I loved Elton John and every hit he had was on the radio all throughout my childhood, Candle in the Wind was the one that got me thinking, over the years, about stardom and Marilyn Monroe.

While I was too young at the time of the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road release in 1973 to know much about Marilyn, Candle in the Wind was the song that would stop me every time I heard it later on because of its melody, lyricism and sheer emotion.

It took on a whole other meaning when I finally had the courage to sit down, several summers ago, and read a biography of Marilyn Monroe, born Norma Jean.

The Corona Diaries: Day Fifty-Six

Born to Run. Well. What is there to say?

Except that this is, for me, the ultimate rock and roll album. It also has the best lyric I’ve ever heard: “The screen door slams. Mary’s dress sways…” So much story is already told in so few words. Because I came from such a book-reading background, the lyrics always meant a lot to me.

Last summer, I blogged about reading the Springsteen biography. The post is called Thunder Road Revisited. Here it is:

http://anita-bushell.squarespace.com/new-blog?offset=1567448052250

The Corona Diaries: Day Fifty-Five

Summer was my favorite time of year. Endless Summer was one reason.

First, it was the first album I bought with my own money. Second, it was the perfect backdrop (even if I couldn’t bring the turntable with me) to long days by the rooftop pool in my apartment building, and third, it was an automatic mood elevator. 

When I listened to The Beach Boys, the sun was always shining and the sky was always blue.