The Art of Penmanship, October and Robert Frost

The other day a visiting aquaintance was bemoaning the loss of penmanship and the art of letter-writing in our email, send/receive, mouse-click-send, trigger-happy, copy/paste culture. As much as I share his lament I'm sorry to say I've been guilty of this as well. But after over a decade I sat down to actually write a letter I plan to mail out to India. The secret to this new-found enthusiasm is a font I newly discovered that is almost like my own handwriting (but much better than mine). And I have displayed it here. I think you will agree that it is worth writing a letter with.

The font is here for interested parties:

Angelina handwritten font

On another note, time was when I would, every October, print Robert Frost's memorable ode to October (beginning 'O Hushed October morning mild') only for myself to read and indulge in its familiar warmth in the crisp autumnal air as I watch the falling leaves outside.

Here it is, typed out in Angelina font.

For the impatient or the uncaring, here it is in Georgia:

Robert Frost (1874–1963). A Boy’s Will. 1915.
October

O HUSHED October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.