1935. I’m stunned and my hands are as careful as they’ve ever been with any item but I still know I’m such a klutz, so they shake imperceptibly. My husband and I look at each other in amazement because she was going to be 17 that year. I read the first passage and ask:…
Tag: local history
This journey…
I turn every page eagerly yet extremely cautiously, looking for what happens next. The cover has a tendency to shed tiny painful black flecks whenever handled in anything but a tender way. The blue bleeding ink, written in cursive, is consistent for as many pages as I had read or peaked ahead to and it…
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