Yesterday I posted the words of the poem/hymn Christmas Bells by Henry Wardworth Longfellow. I do not have his book, but have often borrowed it from the library. Christmas Bells was written into this little book some years ago. I have had the diary since my birthday in 1991, given to me by a little lad as a birthday gift. it is filled with poems, prose written by authors, short and powerful paragraphs, words from famous and influential people including our own Prophets and much more. All is handwritten. Who can ever forget the few words written by Tolstoy in War and Peace about life or words that the Gnostics wrote milleniums ago? Like a hoarder I gather them up. As I flick through its pages Elton John's Candle in the Wind greets my eye a goodbye song to England's rose in 1997, William Wordsworth's famous little poem Daffodils. There is stuff crammed in there about wars and William Churchill's mighty words 'we will fight them...' Words on and from our warriors, allied and our own, there is the The Ode - we shall not forget. This charmer is a treasure trove of memories. I love this one from the Allies during World War II 'If it moves, salute it, if it doens't move, pick it up, and if you can't pick it up, paint it!' Where would we be without our memories? A grandchild will inherit this little diary
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