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,
My father:
Kyle;
son of Earle and Vera.
Earle;
son of
Frank and Lelia, (the owner of the pen in question).
Frank;
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
through calligraphy.
Thank you, Lelia!
