Cleaning out my bookcase yesterday, I found precious things. There in a box were the proofs for several of my Grandma Daisy books and the guestbook from my grandpa’s funeral. It was a treasure like you keep in your closet.
My desire is rekindled to see my grandmother’s things published and make sure my grandchildren will have their own copy of her simple loving poetry and prose.
What’s in Your Closet?
My mother offered to let me go through my grandmother’s filing cabinet. It fills me with a desire to fly out there to dig through it. Holding the books my grandmother held and filled with her writings gives me a connection to her. As I learn more of who she was, it fills in the cracks of my childhood memories.
