My mom just sent me a box of books from my grandma’s. At first glance there were some old knitting and cross stitching books, but oh, my mom knows me, and it got so much better. Visit the time capsule to learn about my namesake’s military history, the male role – today and tomorrow, my glorious poetry career (which lasted all of one “take your daughter to work” day), and my entries on women on the home front for “The Great Event” (my high school honors class gala all about WWII). I was such a little feminist.
So good it hurts.