Family versed

Day Two in the re-exploration of family heirlooms and personal relics being exhumed from the crypt:

I am honored to be in possession of a very special book–written, illustrated and hand-assembled by my Aunt Linda. I am not sure what I did to deserve this treasure, but I’m sure glad to have had it for nearly 50 years. The cover is made of sturdy cardboard, covered in amber-colored burlap. The pages inside are typed on onion skin paper. The pictures are drawn in black felt-tip pen.

Every two pages there is a story, and a drawing that goes along with it, written lovingly about someone in Aunt Linda’s life. I’d like to share two here.

The first one, I presume, is about her daughter, my cousin Lesley, whom you met here about a year ago.

Good morning, dear Jesus, this day is for me.
It’s time to be up and about.
“Morning time, Mommy!”, “Morning time, Dad!”
That’s what I’m going to shout.
There’s a number of things that I’m hoping to do
And things that I’m planning to fix,
So wake up, you sleepyheads, get me some juice,
It’s almost a quarter to six.

This one’s about her Goddaughter, me:

I met a girl names Monica (a very pretty name),
And since I’ve talked with Monica I’ve never been the same.
Though she is only five years old she knows her ABC’s,
Can count to ‘most a million, and always uses “please”.
She has a dog called Gretchen who is unlike any other,
And next to Gretchen she loves best her father and her mother.
I like to listen to her jokes – we have a lot of fun –
And she often helps her daddy when he just can’t think of one.

This project helps me realize how amply I am blessed. Now on to digging deeper into the treasure chest.

7 Comments

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7 responses to “Family versed

  1. Marty

    Linda is very special…She is spiritual, creative, and has tremendous heart.

  2. blackrock75

    I loved this blog, the book and the sentiments. Keep digging as all your followers are loving this.

  3. Jo Turner

    Actually makes me want to head up to the attic, which I usually regard as my Abu Ghraib…

    • I suppose we’re all tortured prisoners of our pasts, in a sense. I suspect the good memories of your attic contents will far outweigh the bad. A word of caution, however: One should never clean one’s attic on a deadline. Leave plenty of time for long strolls down Memory Lane. (How’s that for a hodgepodge of metaphors?)

  4. Wow! That really is a treasure!

  5. Polly

    Makes me feel like I have failed as an aunt. LOVE Linda’s idea.

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