I am attempting to organize our book collection and finding all sorts of things shoved into the nooks and crannies of the bookshelves.
My grandmother received two baby books when my mother was born. They were nicely illustrated and provided a way for parents to track their baby’s progress but, in this day of Instagram and Facebook, this custom has fallen by the wayside. Thank goodness. Can you imagine stumbling upon your baby book and finding it empty? Or worse …
My grandmother was a nurse and so Mother’s baby books are not empty. They’re not exactly full either. Things like weight and height were carefully noted. as were all illnesses and medical procedures. The rest, well it evidently didn’t interest Gram too much.
Poor kid, for sure. However, will my children want to know the date when their now deceased grandmother had her tonsils removed?
I guess Mother had no important events. To be fair, my grandmother was trying to raise three children during the Depression, and, serve as District Nurse. A district nurse’s main duty was to manage healthcare for people in small communities, for example: assign nurses, recommend treatments, delivery babies, and often provide end of life care. She’d seen it all and had little time to update the baby book with cute anecdotes.
I doubt this entry would ever show up in a baby book today:
I have no idea what to do with these books so I’ll just shove them into the box of things for my children to deal with. Curiosities from a different time.