When I was a kid, I loved my dad's handwriting, and I tried to copy everything he did...including his handwriting. His block printing was so neat, legible, and cool looking to me that I completely gave up learning cursive in grade school and never used it again.
I have had a bunch of surgeries on my hands, and it got to the point I couldn't write more than a half a sentence before my hand began to cramp up and become claw-like, and the legibility of my once neat handwriting began to become nearly illegible.
I found a place that would make a font out of your handwriting (I think it cost about $100 15-20 years ago) and you filled out a form and sent it to them, and they would send you back a font!
I wrote one and printed one...can you tell which is which? (You probably can, but it is pretty damn close)
I rarely write anything by hand, and write all my letters and cards (yeah, I'm old school...I still write and mail things...probably a holdover from my military days where I used to write a dozen letters in a sitting) and I sent a card to a woman I used to correspond with when I was in the Navy, composing it with my font and printing it on the cards I make.
When I saw her, she remarked that she had forgotten how neat and tidy my hand writing was (this was 40 years after the fact...she still had my letters!) and was astonished when I told her it was a font that mimicked my handwriting...:)
That's the giveaway-it is a little too level and even, but the characters are faithful!
Yeah, I have a touch of arthritis in both hands. Probably from banging on a computer keyboard for 25 years. I still use old-fashioned snail mail. I fact, I think I’m the only one in my family and circle of close friends and peers who still bother to actually sign and send Christmas cards anymore. It was always tradition, and it was always nice to get something personalized during the holidays from someone you knew, someone you may not have seen for quite a while, but it as a way of feeling like you still stay in touch one day per year. It wasn’t too far in the dim past that there would be cards taped around inside the living room door, like parade confetti. Now, even my 80 year old mother doesn’t even bother with them anymore. I used to keep a two page list of everyone’s addresses for just that one occasion; now, so many have passed away, moved off to parts unknown, or have just dropped off the radar screen, I only send a half dozen a year, out of courtesy and tradition. Computers have ruined everything.