Seventy
years old, the scrapbook
is
in surprisingly good condition, filled
with
yellowed news clippings, each
carefully
cut, trimmed, pasted into place,
clipping
from two newspapers, back
in
the time when two newspapers
per
town was the rule, when the news
was
more yellowed than the clippings
would
become.
Each
clipping, the one from the Journal
and
the same story from the Times,
is
about fire, a fire, a specific fire, scores
of
yellowed clippings about fires, scores
of
fires that burned orange red and yellow,
yellow
like the clippings they’d become.
The
scrapbook and its contents at first
a mystery,
a puzzle, until a memory
yellowed
in time surfaces, a memory
of
the time before I knew him, the time
before
I was, the time he was both
a
newspaperman and a firefighter,
one
calling supplementing the income
of
the other.
The
yellowed clippings chronicle both,
the
fires and the news, and had to be kept
or
burned when memory failed.
Photograph by Society of American Archivists,
Manuscript
Repository Newsletter.
1 comment:
that's an old scrap book.
i remember doing a scrapbook in the brownies. i think i was getting a photograph badge.
now lots of folks are addicted to scrapbooking...which very foo foo.
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