About 30 years ago, one of my brothers-in-law, Chuck, bought a tattered old scrapbook at a thrift store. It was apparently compiled by a young woman in the 1870s. Not having a blank book in which to preserve her treasures, she had glued all sorts of mementos to the pages of an existing book. Inside one finds newspaper clippings, poems, serial stories from “ladies’ magazines” of the day, and bits of homespun wisdom.
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