I'm happy to say that all the hoopla about the predictions from this calendar
proved to be wrong....
So now we can settle in and think about the new year that
stretches out before us.
What will await us in this year of
I have always replaced my calendar with a little wistfulness each year.
This author captured my feelings on the subject and I thought I would
share it with you.
By Marjorie Holmes
From her book Love and Laughter.
This is the season of calendars. They make their bright bustling invasion even before the old year is laid to rest. Calendars, you think, taking down the old one in the kitchen, to replace it with the new.
Yet with a tinge of regret, you hold it a minute longer. You know it isn't the illustration that makes you reluctant to part with it. It is the scribbled notations;
Surprise party at the Englebachs'......
Dentist, Johnny 4:00....
Some of the spaces are crammed with appointments and with reminders. Others bear witness to a child's eagerness: "My birthday," and a picture of the pet he's been dreaming of.
It is tattered and smudged, this packet of papers you hold in your hand. It is fingerprinted and jelly-smeared. Yet it is a rich document of living, for fixed there in pen and pencil strokes are all the things that mattered, the occasions so eagerly anticipated; the parties, the plays, the dances. The hopes, the disappointments, the tragedies. Finished now, over.
And gazing on the new one, so bright, so clean, so unmarked, you ponder; what record will be written there before another year has passed? What shining events to be looked forward to? What trivial tasks dutifully cited, what joys or sorrows?
For the calendar that hangs in the kitchen is so much more than a sheaf of dates...