The Inspiration

This was my mother's journal. She made it when she was in college in 1938. It's a lovely volume, hand stitched and bound, about 4 x 6. She wrote poems in it, ranging from when she was seventeen to when she was seventy. She used to keep it in her dresser drawer, and when I was little I would ask for permission to take it out and look at it. It seemed to hold such power and charm for me. Still does.