The Ironing Board Diary

by | Apr 26, 2016 | Ordinary, Reflections

The Iron Board door

A few years back
my mother showed me
the Ironing Board
from the house where she grew up in Cape Breton.

 

Made By Dad
“Made by Dad”, May 1, 1939.
That was likely the first mark, but not the last.
It is a diary.

 

 

In case you think Winston is my Grandfather,
No.
Winston was the horse
And horses were important on a farm.

EAC

The Ironing Board diary
recorded the weather,
of course.
It was snowy and cold too, on January 2, 1956.

 

DSCF0029FaceIt was the place where one sibling
could draw the portrait of the other.
Artist, Cathy “Ree” Campbell, my mother
and her brother, Hugh T., my uncle.

 

 

Hugh T

You could also practice a future signature
in cursive handwriting,
Grade IV,

 

 

Kathleen Campbell_2

The Ironing Board Dairy
named the big celebrations.
Kathleen Campbell (cousin),
Graduate Nurse, May 1961.

 

 

Shoe Size

(Click any picture to enlarge.)


And was a place of remembering:
Shoe Size 5B
Boston,
where my grandmother’s sisters lived.

 

 

 

The Ironing Board Diary
is a celebration of the ordinary in the midst of the everyday.

I wonder what lasting mark you will make today?

 

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