"I found her diary underneath a tree
and started reading about me......."
I buy old books pretty much weekly from the thrift stores or library sales when they happen. (or at least I did before the virus) I also find lots of new bestsellers on lucky days! The old books are so interesting though...especially when you come across old diaries, often with faded old photographs featuring people and children in out-dated clothing styles, and bookmarks tucked inside. I've found dollar bills, notes and letters, airline tickets and old boarding passes, travel/hotel receipts, locks of hair, handwritten recipes on cards or paper, faded ribbons, even a library card.
She talks of her daughter Aidan trying out for choir, and becoming a good artist, and drawing nice things.
There are old fashioned picture negatives tucked into the pages.
The diary turns tragic towards the last pages. She writes of being in the hospital, being in alot of pain, and going to the hospital for depression.
Then there is her last will and testament. I think this story had a sad, sad ending. The saddest part to me is that this personal diary was not treasured, and it ended up in the thrift store. I wonder who Aidan is and if she is still living. Her mother obviously loved her and was so proud of her! This diary was written for her, and should be hers, a handwritten legacy from her own Mother. I wonder where Aidan is today?
This is another diary/memory book I found at the thrift store.
This lady was married in the Presbyterian church in 1954. They honeymooned in Bermuda--which was a pretty exotic and tropical location back in those days!
I have bought a few old yearbooks as well......just so fun to look back at all the hairstyles and shoes and dresses (mini dresses! midi dresses! Maxi dresses! LOL) and jeans (bell bottoms! elephant flares! PLAID pants! guacho pants! Hot pants! LOL) from long ago! I love looking at the Homecoming pictures and the Prom pictures, especially Proms in the 1950's and 1960's. Taffeta strapless Prom gowns and orchid corsages.
" a white sport coat, and a pink carnation"
......Marty Robbins, 1957