In the days after my father passed my family poured over all of our family pictures looking for images of my dad to use in collages. One of the books I found was an album that was filled with cards for me when I was little, everything from baby gifts to letters from my first best friend that moved to Delaware in elementary school. Where are you Allison Trees?
Inside I found these little books made by my Grandma (Sarah Catherine Wiseheart) Wells.
She was born in 1910, was passionate about prairie conservation, loons, history and wrote poetry as well as special features in the newspaper. She was my dad’s mother. My sister and I took turns staying with her over spring break and summer vacation. She hugged HARD and would wave to us from the middle of the street as we drove away until we got so far away we couldn’t see her anymore.
Just a few short weeks ago I had shared another little book she made for me and speculated that was where I got the interest in making my own little books. Then I find these books. There’s no question now, it’s her coming out in me. These books are even the same size as the books I often make.
It got me thinking of an idea that I’ve had swirling in my head for quite some time.
An idea is brewing!
