Kids don’t need to learn to spell anymore. That’s what Google and Bing are for.
However, on my desk is a copy of Webster’s New Practical Dictionary from 1951.
It belonged to my mother, who used it daily as a secretary at the Ames Trust and Savings Bank. On the blank yellowed front pages are handwritten words a young Irene Kuhl had trouble spelling: reminiscence, Albuquerque, pamphlet, Cincinnati, analysis.
What’s wrong with me? In 2019, at age 73, I keep using an outdated dictionary that is right next to my new Apple computer. It’s amazing how often the word I’m uncertain of is right there in front in my mother’s beautiful longhand.
I’m such a sap. Last night I felt a tear in my eye when Irene Kuhl reminded me that “occurred” has two c’s and two r’s.