On Apr 13, 2010, at 4:31 PM, Helen Bell wrote: > I learnt my > penmanship with a fountain pen (cartridge sort by then) in primary school,
You baby, you :) I learnt to write with a "dip" pen -- a steel nib inserted into a wooden pen handle (and count your blessings that you don't have to trim a feather). Throughout grades 2 and 3 there was a raging battle between the parents and the teachers to let us use the fountain pens (the kind where the ink supply was sucked from the inkwell into a rubber bulb; no cartridges). And we were only allowed those (in grade 4) because, by then, all the teachers' energies were directed towards repelling the evil invention of the ball-pen... Good times, good times :) > I also remember the old wringer machine we had. Until I was 12, we had three wringer machines (and three washing machines): my Mother, our live-in "help" and myself. At that, we were far better off than my aunts in *rural* Poland, where there was no electricity *or* running water, so not just laundry but a simple Saturday bath took heroic efforts to achieve... Yours, T (with a new! improved (not much)! 'puter to fight. I found out where the signature "lives", but the procedure necessary to engage it is different than before and nowhere near as simple. Pox on all technology, even Macs.) To unsubscribe send email to majord...@arachne.com containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat y...@address.here. For help, write to arachnemodera...@yahoo.com.
