The other day, we found a treasure in a dusty old box in the corner of our basement. The box contained a yellowed autograph book that belonged to a 15 year girl named Martha. She turned out to be my wife's grandmother who lived to be 87, and only passed a few years back. This treasured time capsule contained beautiful & witty notes from her teenage friends at Marshall High in 1932.
There's something captivating about the poetry, the penmanship, and thoughtful spirit of these youth memorialized in these pages. It's a stark contrast to the flippant text messages and empty e-mails we offer today. I was struck that this is 1932-1933, during the deepest and darkest part of the Great Depression. And yet, these young hearts and minds are as resilient as ever.
For the month of March, I'll post a new note every couple of days. Today's line:
"Love is a funny thing, something like a lizard.
It wraps itself around your heart and jumps into your gizzard."
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