Train- If you are on it, an absent friend will return. If it is coming toward you, you will hear good news. If it is leaving, your troubles will depart.
1942 Almanac of Canada
It is 1942 and a beautiful young woman sits at her table sipping her tea early in the morning while four young children and her Mother sleep upstairs in a rented row house in the city. She is going through a book searching for the meaning of a dream she had last night, one of the few nights that she had actually slept while carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
I can only imagine what was running though her mind as she sat in that kitchen turning the pages of this little book and worrying about a husband overseas, a husband that had left two years before on a train. She turns the pages of this little book searching for comfort, any kind of comfort. This book was carefully protected and safely bound in an old cereal box cover she had made with the words 1942 Dream Book written in her familiar handwriting on the front. My eyes fill with tears.
I (her Granddaughter) carefully turn the pages one by one searching while sitting at my own kitchen table in the early morning wondering what my Grandmother was going through in 1942. I can feel the emotions that must have stirred and I admire my Grandmother so much, she was such a strong woman, I miss her.
The book is full of advertisements that make me laugh. Advertisements that fill most of the pages of this little book jump out at you with every page turn. Catchy ads showing people suffering from anything you could ever imagine and the reasons you should buy their product. I laugh as I realize that not much has changed these days except they did not “Beat around the bush” as Grandma used to say Many people suffer from worms, especially children. Cure… Dr. McKenzie’s Dead Shot Worm Candy…… Do you jump or Do you C-R-A-W-L out of bed in the morning? Cure.... Dr. Morse’s Indian Root Pills… We have the remedy. I am not sure about my Grandma but I would be out buying most of those little bottles of cures. The thought of having the ailment scared me more than the taste of the, who knows what in the bottle.
There are quite a few knitting patterns in this book How to make socks for the soldiers. (What the army needs), Man’s Plain Knitted Scarf. I will be trying to make this one and I am sure I will be wondering if my Grandmother or my Great Grandmother were knitting the same pattern in 1942. Oh yes my feelings and admiration for these two strong women is overwhelming. At this point of the book more tears fill my eyes as I imagine the feelings of joy, the pain and the hope that was going on while my Grandma turned the pages of this little book trying to find the meaning to a dream she was lucky enough to have amiss all those sleepless nights searching for any understanding of what was going on in her life and trying to make sense of that world in turmoil in 1942.
Soldiers- Marching in a parade they mean pomp and vanity; fighting victoriously, your business reverses will turn to success. Fighting a losing battle, prepare for disappointment.
If I know my Grandma and I am pretty sure I do she dreamt of soldiers most times while wondering when the soldier she loved with all her heart would be coming back to her. My Grandfather would return home three long years later and I can only imagine how sweet my Grandma’s dreams were after that.
I miss our sharing of tea and story days Nanny, I will never forget.