Mom loved notebooks. Big binders, small ones and in-between. She was the queen of notebooks, stocking up at yard sales on rejects from students or business men.
Out went their boring business papers and then she filled them with her stories or her family charts. Her son built shelves above her desk to hold them. Bookshelves lined the other two sides of the room. Those overflowed with her books on Kansas history and even more notebooks.
I’m afraid I’ve inherited this obsession. Just yesterday, I spent hours printing out my family stories from a site called Bubblews. They look great in the notebook labeled My Ancestors. On Monday I’m taking it to our genealogy club Ancestor Show-and-Tell.