(Gorgeous Art by Pamela Carlson) Part 1 In August of 2011, I wrote about the heady experience of opening my great aunt’s 1922 diary for the first time. I was with my mother, who’d pulled the big, leather-bound journal out of a drawer where she’d been keeping it for years, and we marveled at our…

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1. Every other Tuesday, I have lunch with my mom. We take turns making the food, but we always meet at her house because her house has all the stuff, and that’s why we’re there. To go through the stuff. So far, we’ve been looking through envelopes of loose pictures. Some of the photos are…

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