I have decided to embark on a project ahead of my 39th birthday which I have called #52Changes. One of the items on my list of 52 is to read #52books, and one of those has been The Memory Book by Rowan Coleman. Essentially a story about families and the loss of memories, the eponymous book forms the central part of the story and it is the idea of a Memory Book which has stayed with me long after I passed the book onto my mother to read.
The thing I worry about most if I died is that my children would forget me. I worry that I will be injured and unable to communicate my memories to my children, that they will not carry the stories of my childhood, and the stories of their childhood, with them as they go forward with their lives. Indeed at every step of their lives, I continually question my mother about myself at that age.
And so my idea for a Memory Book was born. I took advantage of the January Sale at Aspinal and ordered a beautiful leather A4 notebook with a bright red cover. And I was delighted to receive from Bureau Direct a Lamy Safari Fountain Pen that I have coveted since a girl called Charlotte had one when we were in third form. She was this exotic girl whose personality shone so brightly, and who seemed afraid of nothing, and I thought that perhaps if I had one of those pens, I could have some of her confidence too. Silly, I know.
The pen- available in so many colours, but I went for classic white- is so easy to hold. Light yet substantial, it doesn’t tire your hands whilst you write. And it is a dream to write with. I ordered the fine nib, which suits my writing style best, and it is perfection: fluid writing, a steady ink stream and clearly defined lettering. It’s the ideal pen to fill the pages of my journal with. And I am enjoying it very much.
What a lovely idea. PS – you have very beautiful handwriting. That is all.
Why thank you Molly. I give full credit to the splendid pen.