Showing posts with label New Year 1946. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Year 1946. Show all posts

Monday, December 31, 2018

Baby new year 2019—Monday Memories

My mother kept a "commonplace book," in which she pasted poems, cartoons, articles from magazines, and things she'd hand copied or typed from books. I see familiar names--McCall's, Chicago Daily News, Farm and Ranch, Christian Herald, and Rockford Morning Star. As a child I would sit and look through it often--a small, 3-ring black leather notebook. I particularly enjoyed the poem, "For a female cat named Horace," because it reminded me of my friend's cat "Butch" who populated Forreston, IL with kitties and the one about how to make a recipe taste like mother's--walk 5 miles before dinner. She may have been saving clippings in a box for years, but the first item was the baby New Year 1946 with a broom greeting old man 1945 giving him a terrible mess. So here it is again, Mom, for 2018-2019. The world is still a mess and we need you.

1946 cartoon

I wrote about her commonplacebook in January  2010, and noted:

“Her final hand written entry (in the scanned copy) is undated; but it was near the end of her life--perhaps the end of 1999. She died in January 2000. There is no attribution other than her name.

    If
    Each day we fill a page
    The year a volume makes
    These last ten books are very full
    of joys
    changes
    sorrow
    growth.
    Gently place this year on the shelf--
    if there is room.
    Close the decade.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Monday Memories--New Year's 1946



This was the first entry in my mother's Commonplace Book, a little 5 x 7 leather bound 3 ring notebook where she pasted items that interested her. As a young child I would sit for hours and pour through what she had saved.

Her final hand written entry (in the scanned copy) is undated; but it was near the end of her life--perhaps the end of 1999. She died in January 2000. There is no attribution other than her name.
    If
    Each day we fill a page
    The year a volume makes
    These last ten books are very full
    of joys
    changes
    sorrow
    growth.
    Gently place this year on the shelf--
    if there is room.
    Close the decade.