A Line a Day / UPDATED
** My first plan was to post 1 entry a day on the mainblog, i've decided instead to format a side panel directly to the right, and update that section as often as daily, that way the main content isn't as often interrupted. I should have this area setup over the weekend, thanks!**
While going through a bunch of old boxes last weekend to find junk to sell for a unfortunately rained out lawn sale this past memorial day weekend, i came across an old leather bound journal. I could tell from the binding of it alone that it was old; the leather wasn't smooth, nor was it ever at any rate, it was a style I've never seen before; very course and bumpy - and the edges of the pages were gilded and still lustrous... the whole book had the weight and smell of "old" and i was excited.
I popped it open and flipped to the first page, and it softly fade pencil was written:
Jennie Moore
Merry Christmas
from John + Chas
December 25 1931.
Merry Christmas
from John + Chas
December 25 1931.
i turned another page and read the title:
WARD'S
A line a Day
A condensed comparative diary for five years.
(then a poem by -Eloise Ward)
"Nulla dies sine Linea."
(No day without a line)
A line a Day
A condensed comparative diary for five years.
(then a poem by -Eloise Ward)
"Nulla dies sine Linea."
(No day without a line)
I'm a voyeur at heart; that's why i think i enjoy reading people blogs - being a shy kid growing up, you learn to enjoy watching people in action, when you get a chance to look behind those outward trappings, it's even more interesting, and when you get to look through time, well - it's enough to make me giddy.
On another hand; i wonder - this is someone's Diary - Jennie Moore's diary; wouldn't she be mortified to find out a boy (from the future no less) was reading her thoughts? Blogging them no less? But then - i also think, She's dead. She really doesn't mind at all - in fact; i would imagine the dead, want nothing more than to be remembered...
So from here on out; i plan on printing here one entry for everyday - Starting tonight, with Jennie's forward that precedes the first entry on January 1st, 1932. I don't think she would mind, and in the meantime, I'm going to spend time researching who she was - i know she must have been a relative of mine, my middle name is her last; as i learn more about her from my grandparents, I'll include the information with the entries. As some of the text has faded, and a lot more of it is in difficult to read cursive, I'll try my very best to transcribe it accurately, where there's question, I'll place a mark. Enjoy.
"John had an automobile accident Dec 21-1931. When Leo McGeltrick run into him Evelyn Goldenbury was put the hospital. Eye surjical (sic) and face terribly cut.
Charlie + Mildred were married - Nov 14 1934."
7 comments:
You truly are a "boy from the future."
Why do you always get to find the cool stuff?
Well, there was that time I found the headpiece to the Staff of Ra. But look at what trouble that caused.
Tanner is going to dig deeper & deeper into this diary- getting more & more paranoid...until he realizes its not the line a day ramblings of a long lost cousin, but a cypher sent from the past to lead him into eternal life. if you put the 'ol bible code to this:
"John had an automobile accident Dec 21-1931. When Leo McGeltrick run into him Evelyn Goldenbury was put the hospital. Eye surjical (sic) and face terribly cut.
Charlie + Mildred were married - Nov 14 1934."
it says 'kill jb & jc penny'!!! nooooooooooo!!!
nooooo! anything but that! jesus JB, you made me snort that was so funny.
Nice project; you should see if Found.com will post a link. It would be nice to something of yours there besides those risqué Polaroids JB took...
lol, that reminds me never to post comments before my 2nd cup of coffee.
tks jay ;)
I like the sidebar format for listing the entries...good call.
How ya feelin' today champ? I'm sure you smell like a Christmas tree in a brewery today :)
surprisingly good actually. i had about 20 minutes of pain, then it all went away. what was i thinking though... i'm not made for that kind of fun.
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