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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’ve Become My Parents.”

grammar appreciation

We were raised to speak clearly and well. Clarity and vocabulary were hallmarks of our childhood.  My mother would tell us it costs nothing to give a compliment and it will make someone feel so good.  Today, when I do it, I have been told by some people that it is strange or unusual. Perhaps, that is why it needs to be done more often because it makes someone else feel extraordinary. Truly, who does not want to be appreciated for the nice things that they say or do?

The courtesy and manners instilled into us meant that “Please” and “Thank You” were used liberally.  The appreciation was sincere and meant. One of the sweetest memories I have of such teaching occurred while my child and I were shopping for groceries.  He was four years old and we headed for the checkout counter to pay.  After we had paid at the register, but before we had moved on, my son looked at the cashier and said “Thank You.”  Flowers bloomed in her face and light came into her eyes that she was acknowledged for her service and not just someone that people were rude to or ignored.  I was so proud that the lessons I tried to impart were heard and shared with others.

One of the other famous refrains in our house was the accuracy and use of our words.  For years, in repeating a story, we would say “he goes” or “she goes,” to explain what the person had said.  People do it all the time. However, when that occurred my father would solemnly tell us “He didn’t go anywhere. He said.”  My children still hear that refrain from me when they are speaking.  I cannot hear someone talk that way without feeling the trigger response.

Appreciation, communication, gratitude, and respect were cornerstones of our upbringing.  Seen from an adult perspective, that is the sum of all the little reminders and teachings each day of our young lives. How blessed we were to witness this as my parents modeled such behavior.

So, although I could keep going on about the lessons our parents taught us, I will not. That’s what she said.

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There are no love letters or birthday cards wrapped in ribbon since the advent of email. My days of pining over a pale blue aerogramme envelope, from a foreign county, and the passion of teenage lust and longing are a concept most cannot remember, let alone have ever experienced.

There was also an art to sending mail and adding stickers, confetti and doodles on the edges. You knew that if you applied the stamp upside down, it meant “I love you.” Yup, we tried to sneak a few tricks past the US Postal system.

I still remember shopping for cute stationary to write my letters with and today still prefer a handwritten thank you note. My favorite stationary in elementary school was strawberry scented (along with the roll-on lip gloss……..ahh what a simpler time).

I have collected cards for birthdays and anniversaries. It is still fun to get snail mail addressed to me and gift cards by post. Also, my mother taught me to throw metallic confetti into the birthday cards for a little extra fun. That is one memory and custom I would like to carry down to my own grandchildren someday.

Don’t get me wrong, emails and photos pass through my computer all day long. It is wonderful for so many things and extremely convenient. However, there are still some niceties that I would like to incorporate.

Brevity be damned; show me some personal attention and don’t delete my ideas or threaten me with a “Reply All.” Don’t respond with a smiley face simply because you want to end the conversation.

When I get a “hello” without my first name, I feel that I might be part of a batch email where someone cut and pasted the text, over and over again, but only changed the email address. It does not feel personal, warm, or necessarily for me, but I got lumped in with the other lucky recipients of the email.

I got an email offering me a free iPhone 4 signed by my husband. Immediately it was consigned to Spam. My husband offering to get me an iPhone? Inconceivable. Improbable. We have financial issues. Also, as a born and bred Canadian, he is not known for major spontaneous gift giving. Well, son of a gun, it really was from him. The phone company was offering it as an incentive. So, yeah, sure, I would love a new cell phone. Distrust and doubt have created filters (email humor) between those whom we love and share notes.

Casual emails, in place of a business letter, where words are abbreviated or spelled in shorthand for texting drive me crazy! This is a business communication so I believe that it should be written just as if I were sending a proper letter. “Luv” is supposed to be in pink on someone’s binder and fluffy pen; it is not part of a semi-serious work email.

The regulations of the grammar police are drilled into my head from years of proofreading and correcting papers. I got a perfect score on my SAT’s on the test of Standard Written English. I was proud of that distinction, but such skills are disappearing from the communication landscape. Today, thanks to email, I have seen handwriting from leaders and captains of industry that looks like they never made it past the sixth grade.

Email is meant as a convenience, but should not be at the expense of correct spelling and complete sentences. Emojis are not a replacement for condolences or congratulations. The nuances of Comic Sans versus Helvetica should not be an indication of your intentions.

Speak to me in full sentences. Use your words. Flattery by font will get you nowhere.

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