Front to Back

By Jim Hagarty
2012

I met a man years ago, about my age, who could write backwards as quickly as you or I can write forwards. But not just backwards, so that when he was done the word would appear correctly in front of you as if it had been written normally. When he was done writing, you had to hold the paper up to a mirror to read what he had written, so I don’t know exactly what you would call that. It was handwritten, not printed, and the writing was good – not sloppy or childlike.

I’m sure I asked him how he learned this but I forget his answer. What I do remember is that he was a pretty quirky soul, always laughing just a little too hysterically, it seemed to me, though his laugh was infectious. And to prove that he hadn’t practised just a few words and that’s why he could do this, he would challenge you to give him a word to write and sure enough, he would write that word mirror backwards just as well as any others.

I think this skill must have been one of those “savant” sort of things, like the “Rain Man.” It was incredible. I wonder what became of John, or nhoJ, as he would have written.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.