discovered while clearing out my parents' basement...
A fountain pen
which I originally thought was
my Great Aunt's...
I discover now
(after a few hours of searching a genealogy site),
is my Great-Grandmother's pen.
My father was not one for talking about his family tree,
son of Earle and Vera.
Frank and Lelia, (the owner of the pen in question).
son of Edward and Margaret...
And at that point the trail is running cold.
I found a photograph of Lelia;
It looks like springtime; she's smiling,
sitting under the shade of some flowering tree.
Finally it is time to write again.
I have found the joy of writing and of
creating single letters and beautiful words
Thank you, Lelia!