Sir, – In living long enough to draw my pension I survived the blackboard and chalk, the fountain pen, the Biro and the typewriter. I missed out on the crayons.
On my retirement, I was handed an iPad and told this was progress. It may well be but this progress, I quickly noted, needed a minimum of one finger and a helpful thumb.
Consequently, akin to Frank McNally (An Irishman’s Diary, June 24th), my handwriting, the product of an education that between the blue and red lines of my copy book took this craft very seriously, now resembles the attempts of someone writing on a boat in a storm with boxing gloves.
All the while my grandchildren tap their screens with the serene confidence of people who have never known anything better and ergo never will.
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Sadly, somewhere between the screen and the cloud, the loop of a carefully carved “g” and the loitering tail of a “y” have been quietly retired and without pension. – Yours, etc,
MICHAEL GANNON,
Kilkenny.
