A mixed bag of memorabilia from the drawer of my grandmother's treadle sewing machine . . . a pair of pince nez, snapshots of her and my grandfather during their courting days, and a typescript of a lecture on sexual intercourse. (Very positive and using proper terminology.)
And how I would like to know the story behind the lecture. My grandmother's mother had died well before my grandmother married -- did her father give this to her? A friend? Did she acquire it on her own? It will have to remain a mystery, alas.
This same grandmother was a Sunday School teacher -- this document must have been from that time. (The kid gloves are much later.)
And in the same drawer, a letter from my seven year old self to my grandmother's sister (Mamie) in Troy, Alabama. I love how I manage to fill both sides of the page in spite of not having much to say. (Skipper is my brother -- I don't know what was wrong with him.)
Oops! There goes the clock! Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong! Soon it will be time for me to leave to teach my class.
I will be sure to tell them that it's noticeable when writers are just filling space with nothing much to say . . .
6 comments:
What treasures! How fortunate and it looks like they are all in great shape, too!
There are few things better and more intriguing than a chance collection of ephemera such as this. Not only do you have the individual items, but the question of why each one was kept. A time capsule of the very best type.
What a post! From a lecture on Intercourse to a 7-year old's letter with picture which I guess says "how we play before dancing starts." But it isn't clear enough and could even say "we pray." And all tied together with kid gloves!
What an interesting combination of items to be kept together. And all so special.
Oh this was fun
Love this post! How cool to read something your wrote at seven years old...also enjoy the sex lecture!
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