Notebook

I was digging around in the closet, looking for decorations when I came across a notebook, an old steno pad. I thought it was something my husband had been using for work notes, so I just set it aside and kept looking for my decorations. But when I did open it, work notes is not what I found. Instead I found one of my grandmother’s iterneraries for a trip we took to Texas and her daily journal. It was of course all hand written and very detailed. She wrote down everything from what I got at a Walmart stop to the miles we travelled in a day and what campground we stayed at.

It was an instant jump back in time for me. I could hear her voice as I read her handwritten notes. It brought up warm and happy memories and made me smile.

It’s always the little things that end up meaning the most isn’t it? I have bigger, nicer things from my grandparents, but they don’t warm my heart quite like a notebook full of Grandma’s thoughts. Those handwritten captions on the back of photographs, that random doll Grandpa bought for me in New Mexico. Those are the little things I hold closest to my heart.

Also that steno pad contained these masterworks of my approximately 5 year old skill.

What is that? Is that a giraffe? Maybe a baby and mama. But that doesnt explain the other ones with dark necks. Were those beards? Why does one look like it has a butt for a face? I couldn’t tell you! I have no recollection of drawing these, and 5 year old me was a special kind of imaginative. But to the world’s delight, my grandma preserved them for everyone. Thank goodness because the longer I look at them, the funnier they get.