Musings & Margins

My grandmother kept a daybook, a small book for each year in which she wrote out her thoughts each day. She never showed them to anyone. I knew about them because she lived next door as I was growing up, and I often saw her writing in them. I have them now, hidden away in my attic. I keep them to remind myself that sometimes writing or creating things is really for yourself, your own way of cherishing your life and recognizing every life’s amazing bounty. Still, it can’t hurt to share those pieces of your life.

My Grandma's Picture

My favorite task was dusting her collection of glass objects and salt and pepper shakers stored in the wonderful cabinet with a curved glass front. She always gave me an old pair of pink underwear to do the dusting.  And as I dusted, she would sing the old Brethren hymn “As Pants the Hart . . .” One of my cherished memories.

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