Digging through things today I found another of Mom’s journals, and since she wrote this entry on her birthday (her 72nd back in 2001), I’m sharing it here.
“September 25, ’01, 11:55 PM
After deciding to start a journal, some thought has gone into deciding just what kind it would be.
Basically — good thoughts, enjoyable experiences and other pleasant observations.
This journal was a gift from Betty some time ago and chosen from a number from her, as well as several others for its overall loveliness in the hope it will encourage me to pick it up often and use it — my gift to myself on my 72nd Birthday.
I shall not be overly concerned about my penmanship or spelling since it is for my own pleasure and after all these years I’m used to both these being less than perfect, to say the least.”
The journal in question is a beautiful spiral bound one from Victorian Papers, lavished with roses and bits of Victorian scrap. Very inviting!
To go with it, here are a couple of photos I have not shared before.
Mom, we are missing you down here on your 85th birthday, but know you must be having quite a party up in Heaven, especially now that Aunt Barbara has joined you, too. Happy Birthday!