Back when I was a child, my father gave me a great interest in literature. We were the only family to speak a foreign language in my neighborhood (we kept away from the other families my father immigrated with).
From that time I had an interest in paper. Not books really (though I like them too) but I liked the feel of old parchment and thick sheets of vellum.
Now one of his friends (my father passed away eight years ago) has sent me a strange pile of pages, I can't really make heads or tails of what it is. Actually I did not even recognize the name (the handwriting was poor, but even when I discerned the characters there I did not know who it was).
I do not know but I suspect that subjecting this paper to bright light and pressure might damage it, so I will wait to get my camera up to make a scan. Maybe a fellow here can establish where this comes from.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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