My great aunt gave me a hope chest made of cedar. It's been in my
family for generations, though I don't know how many. I like the fact
that generations of women have folded and packed happy dreams into this
cedar chest. It seems wrong to use it for storing blankets, but nor do
I need (much less understand) a dowry.
I saw the movie Becoming
Jane this fall. I loved it. More literary folk than I may balk at this
interpretation of Jane Austen's young life, but I cannot feign cynicism
on this point. I still felt that the movie was
true in its portrayal of the perils and triumphs of independent female thought.
She had a cedar chest full of writings.
This, I think, might be perfect.
In organizing some of my earlier writings for my hope chest, I came across a piece from October. I think I'll share it on my new blog.
Read it here.
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Does that mean you are done with xanga? I keep having to bookmark new blogs because everybody is changing over to blogspot! I followed some of my footprints the other day and came across the blog of a lady in Ohio who listed her frequently read blogs.......you and I were on that list. I think she knows Andy Sikora or something.