Wednesday, 14 September 2016
The written word - how far we have come in a century
As you can see, it is fatal getting out the garden loungers as the minute you leave them, Someone Else takes over! That's Alfie on the left and Ghengis on the right.
In the flurry that was August and early September, I put on one side a little keepsake/autograph/friendship book which I bought at the car boot sale at Burnham-on-Sea when we were on holiday. I bought it to enjoy and then rehome at a Fair. On the title page, which sadly was stuck together and has just had to be prised apart, is a dedication: "To Dear Eileen, Sept. 28th 1910, I.O.W. " I imagine it was a birthday gift. It is written in a beautiful hand - in a style very reminicent of American handwriting today, which I find intriguing. It continues with a Christmas dedication from Percy V Sims, dated 28th December 1910:
"Love for those who love you
for those who know you true
for the heaven that smiles above you
for the good that you can do."
"As some rare perfume on a vase of clay
Pervades it with a fragrance not its own,
So, when Thou dwelled in a mortal soul,
All Heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown."
Philip H Brown
"Never tell evil of a man if you do not know it for certainty. Then ask yourself why should I tell it.
Always seek the good that is in people, and leave the bad to Him who made mankind and knows how to rub off the corners." Goethe's mother.
Emmie Lamboll 25.5.11.
Politeness is like an air cushion. There may be nothing solid in it, but it eases the jolt wonderfully. E.L.
"Never a cloud o'er hung the day
And flung its shadow down
But on its heaven-side gleamed some ray
Forming a sunshine crown."
May 25 1911
How we have moved on - I can't imagine such homilies being written in a "friendship book" today - I can't really imagine anyone giving a child friendship or autograph book come to that. I will share some more of this before I take it out to sell.