when i was in orlando last weekend, my mom gave me a big box of stuff from my grandmother‘s house that she thought i might like — including grandma’s high school yearbook/scrapbook from 1929 (especially apt since i also have her college yearbook). the box also included things like pretty cocktail glasses and old photos, but the yearbook was far and away my favorite thing in it, and in fact, it might be my favorite thing i own, in general. with the exception of some yellowed pages and a worn cover, the book is perfectly preserved, right down to the dried flowers, invitations, newspaper clippings and dance cards pressed inside.
words can’t express what it means to me to have something like this. it makes me feel so close to my grandmother, even though she’s not here anymore — her handwriting in 1929 looked exactly the same as it did last year, and i love the little glimpses this book gives me into her life. it’s so special, and i plan on spending some time carefully examining the pages this weekend (and then finding some sort of book-covering material that i can use to preserve them).
and speaking of the weekend, what are your plans for it? i’m staying in sarasota and plan on enjoying the slightly cooler weather we’re supposed to have. tell me what you’re up to, and i’ll see you back here next week.
photos of my grandmother’s yearbook, above, by me