“That note was handwritten?”
It’s gorgeous. My father’s handwriting was beautiful — almost like calligraphy. Good handwriting was stressed back then, unlike now when kids are forbidden to use cursive (so they’re unable to read cursive, IMO).
In the entire history of the Graham Road Elementary School, no student since me has ever produced a more incomprehensible cursive writing than my left-handed efforts.
That was my first thought! What beautiful cursive writing.