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In
the 1940s and 1950s I spent many hours pouring over the scrapbooks
belonging to a neighbor lady. Mary Bayless and her husband lived
in a home reminiscent of old time values. It was modest, clean,
neat. An old upright piano was properly positioned against one of
the living room walls. On Sundays (after church), they would
generally entertain a few friends, or family members, cook the
traditional chicken dinner served on a bevy of multi-colored plates and
dishes. Mary could play the piano well. I still can hear the
music, and remember how large those scrapbooks would appear as they lay
across my legs while sitting on that fine overstuffed sofa. Clear
to my toes the book would reach. . . After all, lives, and little shards
of memory were housed within those paper pages.
We live in an electronic era
now. And this website is to become our family's equivalent to an
old-time scrapbook.
Myrl Heady Jeffcoat |
