March 30, 2014

The notebooks ... and a little mystery

I found these tiny little red notebooks a few years back and haven't been able to part with them. They are so personal. When I read them I feel as though I'm invading a stranger's privacy. 




They contain recipes, addresses, and love notes. Like the page below ... is this the beginning of a love letter? A poem? A song? Who was it for? A girlfriend, a wife, or a mistress? Did the author ever express these feelings or did they go unsaid?

I'll never know ... it wasn't meant for me to know.
That's the charm of these little books ... Not to mention, their fabulously aged patina, rusty springs, and yellowed paper ... It's all part of the mystery.

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