Upon returning from my wonderful, exciting, stupendous trip around the land that I love, I continued writing. There were things I didn't want my mom to read, but I still didn't need a key. She told me she would never read my diary and I trusted her.
However, when I got married, I didn't want my husband to read it so I burned it. What a complete nut I was. It would have been interesting reading to recall my thoughts from ages 16 to 21. Some times I think of it with regret, but mostly I just get on with it.
Forward to many years later. It's 1986. I have my husband and three wonderful children, I've turned 40 and I am not writing much of anything. I even gave up writing letters. The occasional greeting card, maybe. I'm working in a pre-school teaching 4 year olds to get ready for Kindergarten. Carolyn, one of my students gives me the gift of a "blank book". Consequently, I took up journaling again. In 1992 I started nursing school. One semester we were required to keep a clinical journal and turn it in to the teacher. She commented and then turned it back to us.
As I wrote more and years happened, I got other "blank books" and filled them up.
From Carolyn, clinical journal, a not-so-blank book.
So now. Present day. I have one page left in my current journal. I said, "I need to go shopping for a new journal." My rational self said, " You can just make one, you have everything you need. You don't have to spend money." I'm thankful for my rational voice.
First I took thirty-six pieces of printer paper, some bright ones. I folded them all in half, then stacked them in groups of 4, making a group of 8 pages. (One folded page is called a folio, a group of folios is a signature)
I stacked the signatures up and put a heavy book on top to flatten them. I don't have step by step photos as this isn't really a lesson. I made the covers from a cereal box
This is a replica of the box I used. I cut the front and back a bit bigger than the folded pages. Then I covered them with some nice paper I had. Using other paper I covered the inside of each.
Inside front cover
Then holes must be poked. I used an ice pick over a phone book. There are no photos of that process.
Sewing back into the center of one of the colored pages.
Finished sewing. The back of book.
From the front. Yay!
Inside the front cover.
This page is really a nice bright green. Not a good representation of color. You can see the stitching.
All finished and ready for daily jottings or the occasional poem. Did she say poem?
The grass in my yard is up to here.It's still a lovely shade of green
Presently the green will go
So I must find someone to mow.
Oh, sorry. I only have to look out the windows to see the truth of these poetic lines.
May the Lord bless you today and every day.