Yesterday morning I posted a piece about a recipe for a candy my mom used to make. I couldn’t find her recipe for Date Nut Loaf and had to turn to Google for one.
My youngest brother, “JB,” read my post on Facebook and subsequently found his copy of the recipe. I give you the famous Date Roll: The recipe that only turned out perfectly about 10% of the time.
Thank you to THE GREAT JB! Not only did he have Mom’s recipe, but it’s in her handwriting.
Why has that become such a big deal to me? I mean having a sample of my loved one’s handwriting? It’s so personal, I guess. What will our children have of us? A text? An email?
For goodness sake, sit down right now and write a note to someone you love. Write out a treasured recipe. On paper. With a pen. In cursive.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
There is nothing like receiving a card or note in the mail!
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I know!
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Ah, ha! My wife loves to cook and bake, and I was disappointed when I read your first post not to see your mother’s recipe because I knew she’d be interested in it. Hooray for JB! Now I can share it with her. – Marty
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Just tell her not to make it on a humid day–Leslie
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You are so right. Handwritten note has a voice behind it.
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That’s such nice handwriting, as a bonus.
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I agree! Mom had beautiful handwriting.
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