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JANUARY: A busy time for me. Most of the
family decided to read me through this year.
They kept me busy for the first two weeks,
but they have forgotten me now.
FEBRUARY: Cleanup time. I was dusted
yesterday and put in my place. My owner did
use me for a few minutes last week. He had
been in an argument and was looking up some
references to prove he was right.
MARCH: Had a busy day first of the month.
My owner was elected president of the PTA and
used me to prepare a speech.
APRIL: Grandpa visited us this month. He
kept me on his lap for an hour reading 1 Cor.
13. He seems to think more of me than do
some people in my own household.
MAY: I have a few green stains on my
pages. Some spring flowers were pressed in
my pages.
JUNE: I look like a scrapbook. They have
stuffed me full of newspaper clippings - one
of the girls got married.
JULY: They put me in a suitcase today. I
guess we are off on vacation. I wish I could
stay home; I know I'll be closed up in this
thing for at least two weeks.
AUGUST: Still in the suitcase.
SEPTEMBER: Back home at last and in my old
familiar place. I have a lot of company.
Two women's magazines and four comic books
are stacked on top of me. I wish I could be
read as much as they are.
OCTOBER: They read me a little bit today.
One of them is very sick. Right now I am
sitting in the center of the coffee table. I
think the preacher is coming by for a visit.
NOVEMBER: Back in my old place. Somebody
asked today if I were a scrapbook.
DECEMBER: The family is busy getting ready
for the holidays. I guess I'll be covered up
under wrapping paper and packages again . . .
just as I am every Christmas.
Courtesy of John R. Williams