OK, when did they stop giving kids a hard time about being left-handed? Although my character in question is well over 60...he probably fits right in to that demo, right? Laga, cheer up...maybe it's like other things and doesn't get good till the third time. (/Everything I know I Learned From Detective Munch)

I am 52 and in Milwaukee Elementary schools they gave me a hard time. Even tried to get me to sit on my left hand so I would use my right. However, that only lasted until 3rd grade and even then it was only the older teachers who cared.

My dad was a lefty trained to be a righty. He would be about 70 if he were still alive. I, on the other hand, am a lefty too and it was always accepted.

My left-handed sister is Scrappy's age and she was given a hard time. They tied my grandmother's left hand behind her to make her write right handed. It made her stutter, which is pretty common. That left-handed gene must be pretty powerful. Most of my mother's family is left handed. As is true of so many things with my family, as a righty I'm the odd man out.

My family seems to have found good luck when it comes to the lefties or else they're just hella strong-willed. My mother was a lefty and my middle brother. Mike was in Milwaukee elementary schools from 4th through 8th grade (1964-68) and I don't remember anyone giving him grief about it. I'm sure if they did, my mother put fear of the wrath of her strong left hand into them.

My oldest brother is functionally right-handed now because they gave him trouble for writing with his left hand up through 4th grade, I think. That was in the early 60s.

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D was born in '77 and learned to write in SoCal. He doesn't remember anyone trying to make him a rightey.

I was born, er, a lot of years earlier than your DH. I was encouraged to use my right hand as a kid - which may have encouraged by cross-dominance. So I ended up with really terrible handwriting. But what really messed me was in middle school, a "progressive" principle decided that I was really a lefty who had been switched to the right against my will (even though I did not remember it that way) and put me through special tutoring to switch me to my left. I never learned to write with my left hand, but the writing in my right had (which had been bad but legible) turned completely unreadable.

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