Mom saved everything, too. A few years back, several boxes arrived in the mail: my weekly letters to my grandparents, report cards, more letters, vaccination records...everything. There's one box she's holding onto that she knows the writer in me wants...the box of love letters my parents wrote to each other when they were courting.🌱
Besides notebooks and sketchbooks I also treasure letters. It seems that I come from a family that never throws anything away. One of the poignant jobs that fell to me (gladly) was to go through the files and boxes of old letters my dad had kept. There were letters dating back into the 1600’s. Scraps of paper with lists, envelopes repurposed to write notes on and so forth. It brought to mind the preciousness of paper during a time when my ancestors lived on remote farms in New York State and paper was hard to come by. It is a glimpse into their characters, relationships, and the daily activities of their lives. I know I am fortunate to have that link with the past. Notebooks are fascinating to me, as are sketchbooks, far more than finished works of art. They’re a glimpse into another persons thoughts and process. The new course sounds wonderful!
Very much like my Rick and his parents' boxes of letters, his mother's datebooks, etc. It is so incredible to have these things. You are very lucky! And yes... a record of ordinary days. So invaluable. Thank you, dear Margi!
Thank you for this lovely writing. I have worked on sketchbook/journals, but mostly sketches versus writing down my thoughts. I’m excited about The Nest Notebook course you are offering and look forward to your guidance on how to make this a rich and meaningful part of my life as well.🖋️
And it's so interesting... I have tried to combine them, but it does not work for me over time. My sketchbook is so dear to me, but my notebooks are my treasures. :)
I too am looking forward to your notebook class! I am anticipating what it will add to my life and creativity and be a soft fall for me. I am extremely fortunate in that for a little over a year that we have been cleaning out my brother's house (which before belonged to my parents) and found boxes and boxes of letters my mother had saved written by my sister and myself. Of those, I found close to a thousand letters that I had written home in 1950's from camp up until my Mom died in 2016 - I consider myself so lucky to have these precious letters! Just finished reading the last one last night. I now have my own written thoughts of precious moments (some long forgotten ) of a large part of my life and that of my children and husband. Our daughter was here last weekend. (Our family adopted her from Korea at the age of almost 3). I wanted her to see the letters I'd written while we were going through the process of adoption and anticipating the arrival of "our little girl" - how her brothers were so excited and saving up money to buy her a Dairy Queen & picking out some of their own toys to give her when she arrived. She read the letters with tears in her eyes & she will treasure these letters! A real treasure are these new found written words of my own!!
I am catching up on reading! And Kateri, just when I was feeling I ought to pick up my pen, you write of a soft place to fall. I am away from home, walking the beach everyday. The feel of sand beneath my feet, the sound of waves rolling in over and over. A good physical exhaustion by sunset. I have been still, observing. It provides me with a kind of creative fuel.
Maybe, today I will jot some words down in my notebooks. Of course, they are with me…tucked in my bag.🌞
Of course Rick fell in love with you! His mother and his grandmother wrote in notebooks! And you have them? Swoon.🩵
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Mom saved absolutely everything. And I thank her for that.
Mom saved everything, too. A few years back, several boxes arrived in the mail: my weekly letters to my grandparents, report cards, more letters, vaccination records...everything. There's one box she's holding onto that she knows the writer in me wants...the box of love letters my parents wrote to each other when they were courting.🌱
Besides notebooks and sketchbooks I also treasure letters. It seems that I come from a family that never throws anything away. One of the poignant jobs that fell to me (gladly) was to go through the files and boxes of old letters my dad had kept. There were letters dating back into the 1600’s. Scraps of paper with lists, envelopes repurposed to write notes on and so forth. It brought to mind the preciousness of paper during a time when my ancestors lived on remote farms in New York State and paper was hard to come by. It is a glimpse into their characters, relationships, and the daily activities of their lives. I know I am fortunate to have that link with the past. Notebooks are fascinating to me, as are sketchbooks, far more than finished works of art. They’re a glimpse into another persons thoughts and process. The new course sounds wonderful!
Very much like my Rick and his parents' boxes of letters, his mother's datebooks, etc. It is so incredible to have these things. You are very lucky! And yes... a record of ordinary days. So invaluable. Thank you, dear Margi!
Thank you for this lovely writing. I have worked on sketchbook/journals, but mostly sketches versus writing down my thoughts. I’m excited about The Nest Notebook course you are offering and look forward to your guidance on how to make this a rich and meaningful part of my life as well.🖋️
And it's so interesting... I have tried to combine them, but it does not work for me over time. My sketchbook is so dear to me, but my notebooks are my treasures. :)
Just reading this calmed me down. Amen!
You have your mother's notebooks! I cannot wait to read them one day.
Plus all the journals over the years I have written and left for you and Michael.
I too am looking forward to your notebook class! I am anticipating what it will add to my life and creativity and be a soft fall for me. I am extremely fortunate in that for a little over a year that we have been cleaning out my brother's house (which before belonged to my parents) and found boxes and boxes of letters my mother had saved written by my sister and myself. Of those, I found close to a thousand letters that I had written home in 1950's from camp up until my Mom died in 2016 - I consider myself so lucky to have these precious letters! Just finished reading the last one last night. I now have my own written thoughts of precious moments (some long forgotten ) of a large part of my life and that of my children and husband. Our daughter was here last weekend. (Our family adopted her from Korea at the age of almost 3). I wanted her to see the letters I'd written while we were going through the process of adoption and anticipating the arrival of "our little girl" - how her brothers were so excited and saving up money to buy her a Dairy Queen & picking out some of their own toys to give her when she arrived. She read the letters with tears in her eyes & she will treasure these letters! A real treasure are these new found written words of my own!!
I am catching up on reading! And Kateri, just when I was feeling I ought to pick up my pen, you write of a soft place to fall. I am away from home, walking the beach everyday. The feel of sand beneath my feet, the sound of waves rolling in over and over. A good physical exhaustion by sunset. I have been still, observing. It provides me with a kind of creative fuel.
Maybe, today I will jot some words down in my notebooks. Of course, they are with me…tucked in my bag.🌞