my dad set these datebooks aside for me several years ago when he was sorting through his stores of things in the garage. he thought i would enjoy them for the photographs (which i certainly did), but didn’t know i would value them more for the history they kept.
my parents were married in august 1983, & i came along in may 1984. in these sierra club datebooks from 1983–1985, i love seeing their records (when letters were sent & received; picnics; the purchase of the bedset i grew up with, & their first vcr; simpler groceries & gas prices) as well as their record-keeping (so diligent & practical — this hasn’t changed much). it’s interesting — the deliberateness of what was chosen to be remembered & in this analog manner. i miss that.
i hold on to a good many things, but these in particular have me most fascinated.