A blog is like a scrapbook of musing and memory. For over a year old family photos and cards have collected on a table downstairs like a pile of cold volcanic ash. Finally I began the onerous task of sorting through several generations of family history. I’m tossing duplicates, faded images and photos of people I can’t identify.
Looking at this some decades later I think I’ve finally figured out why she chose not to attend my graduation ceremony.
Then there were:
the cards to celebrate hallmark holidays
the child development charts I crafted
the verses I penned
To quote Dorothy of Oz, "Oh my!" I think Berkeley was my Land of Oz. Where is your Oz?