Cleaning closets becomes an adventure as we get older. Reading this book, I know it goes back decades. The name on the above page belonged to the mother of my stepmother-in-law, an Irishwoman who shared a love of Manhattans with my late father-in-law. She passed on many years ago now.
I am aggressively recycling, but I kept this book out of the discard pile. How long will I be mostly stuck in this house? I don’t know, but it might be long enough to make a few searches and phone calls. What became of these people, the ones who fell out of my life as I shifted over to electronic devices?
The biojar suggestion for the day: Do you have one of these old books? Or another source of names? Why not cross a few bridges across time ? I suggest we punch in a few numbers and try to track down those good parts of the past that slipped away in the too-busy times that followed writing in our little books.
