Post by Bertel Lund HansenPost by Athel Cornish-BowdenMy mother was also left-handed, but having unusually modern parents
(she knew where babies came from when she was a teenager) she was
never, I think, forced to write with her right hand.
Two of my siblings were lefthanded. The school didn't ask about the
parents' preferences. They just forced the pupils to use the right hand.
My lefthanded brother had a teribble handwriting (he is now dead). My
lefthanded sister writes okay.
I was extremely lucky, if we consider that it happened 60 years ago. My
mother told me several years later that she had talked to my first-class
teacher about my left-handedness. The teacher's immortal answer, even
more remarkable when we know that she was approaching pension age
herself: "He can write with his feet, if he wants to. The main thing is
that he can write."
I guess she was extremely happy that there were only 37 other children
in her class she had to teach how to read and write and also how to
speak standard Italian, perhaps with a slight regional accent like her
own, in two years instead of the Sicilian, Apulian, Friulian, Neapolitan
and several other regional variants we had learned from our parents. At
least so much that we could understand each other.
If you don't get it, imagine a first-grade class with Peter Moylan,
Steve Hayes, Janet, Athel, Tony Cooper, Jerry Friedman and a few others
speaking as they did when they were 6 years old. Probably still much
better than the situation 25 years ago in the elementary school I had
attended as a child when I saw the exam results after fifth class. Only
about 25% Italian surnames in Milan. Yet I guess they all spoke Italian
with a slight Lombard accent.
Post by Bertel Lund HansenCome to think of it: There was a lefthanded girl in my first class (we
were split up later). She was allowed to use her left hand, and I
remember because the teacher talked about her problem with smudging the
ink writing.
I still remember the problem. We had to wear black school gowns, which I
still hate after all this time, but they were very practical because the
inkwell was on the right side and what I wrote in first class was mostly
blue. But then, whatever I wrote on the chalkboard was much better than
what everyone else wrote, because I had learned to write before I went
to school. Ink pens since class 2 were a huge improvement.