Ephemera

One of the most fascinating reading experiences in my life resulted from the purchase of six diaries in an antique shop in Connecticut.  The diary was written  by a farmer in Connecticut in the early 1900s. I paid only a dollar apiece for the small books but received from their reading hours of pleasure.  The author wrote of the routine events and people in his life:  weather, chores, the daily trips to town, visits, and visitors. This man did not lead an exciting life--at least by today's standards, but it was very interesting to me. I skipped not a single page and was sorry to have come to the end.  As I recall, a few clippings from local newspapers, ticket stubs and wire tags from fruit trees fell from the pages as I read. My pleasure reading this man's daily jottings may stem from the voyeur in me, or the researcher/writer & book collector I am. But, having admitted how much I enjoyed this experience I am also glad to learn that I am not alone in my nosy, spying into other people's lives. But then, my experiences pale as compared to the fellow whose collection is  found here.