may 1985.

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my dad set these datebooks aside for me several years ago when he was sorting through his stores of things in the garage.  he thought i would enjoy them for the photographs (which i certainly did), but didn’t know i would value them more for the history they kept.

my parents were married in august 1983, & i came along in may 1984.  in these sierra club datebooks from 1983–1985, i love seeing their records (when letters were sent & received; picnics; the purchase of the bedset i grew up with, & their first vcr; simpler groceries & gas prices) as well as their record-keeping (so diligent & practical — this hasn’t changed much).  it’s interesting — the deliberateness of what was chosen to be remembered & in this analog manner.  i miss that.

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i hold on to a good many things, but these in particular have me most fascinated.