I am part of a book discussion group that meets at the local Barnes & Noble every month. Our leader, Phyllis, gathers a list of books and we vote on the ones we would like to read (along with her other book groups.) From that she puts together a list for the next six months.
The first book for 2011 was The Red Leather Diary by Lily Koppel. Lily is a young journalist in New York City who returned to her apartment building one evening to find they had cleared out the basement of belongings left there by former tenants. There were trunks, clothing, and other items dating back to the early part of the 20th Century. Sadly most of the belongings ended up in dumpsters. Lily got her hands on a small red leather diary with a metal clasp.
She read the book and felt a connection to the teenager who had kept the diary in the late 1920s. Little did she know as she read and reread passages in that journal that she would one day meet that girl as a woman in her 90s and that there really would be a connection between the two of them.
The discussion group is made up mostly of women from their 30s to their 80s with all different backgrounds. When Phyllis asked us if any of us kept a diary only a couple of us raised our hands. We talked a bit about how most people in times gone by kept detailed journals. We've all heard about or even read the published diaries of pioneer women, the Lewis and Clark expedition, and various Civil War soldiers.
We talked about journals kept by our families and many wished they had one from a great or second great grandparent. There aren't any such things in my family. If great grandmother Nellie kept a diary it didn't survive. How I would love to find something like that. I do have a transcription of the journal kept by a neighbor in the 1880s. It is a treasure. Nellie is mentioned a few times in the day-to-day life of the woman. It helps me picture Nellie at that time.
Do you have a diary from one of your ancestors? Are you keeping one for those who follow you? (I mean a physical diary that they can hold in their hands like Nellie is holding that book in the photo.)