Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Dream Book!

 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.


Later

42 comments:

  1. Wow I'm never the first commenter here. Do I win a prize?? And reunited after three years - that must have been a truly beautiful thing.

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  2. oh how i love this post...you right so beautifully buttons

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  3. What a cool remembrance from your Nanny. The ailments and the remedies back then seem so strange. What joy your grandmother must've felt when her husband returned. Neat story!!

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  4. Lovely, poignant post, and what a treasure you have. I had to laugh, too, at the advertisements....times have certainly changed. What precious memories~

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  5. Good morning B, this post made me think of my grandmother :)
    I would love to knit a pair of those socks and the scarf, would you care to share the patterns?

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  6. Thanks for sharing. I am LOL over "constipation makes you dull".

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  7. Oh my the olden days long gone.
    Wonderful to have those memories and to see old newspapers. Hugs M xox

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  8. Buttons, you are blessed to have known your grandparents. My kids have known their grandmothers, and one grandfather (sadly with dementia before he passed), but my father in law passed away too soon for them.

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  9. What a lovely old book to treasure, knowing that your grandmas' hands touched those very pages.

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  10. What sweet and touching memories Button. I miss my Granny as well....her husband (at 42) also went off to war, leaving her with a farm to run and two young sons to try and raise.

    We spent many hours together, going through her pictures as she told me about those times. In case you don't know it, I too feel so honoured to know you. *hugs*

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  11. My grandmother would mention the "dream book" when she would be talking when I was a child. However, her reference came before 1942, as she was born in 1888.

    You have another beautifully written post, Buttons.

    xo

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  12. this is a precious post and book...I remember always seeing an almanac lying around-my grandma was my principal care giver for the first 5 years of my life, while my Mom worked nights and my Dad days...though I don't know if she ever shared Almanac info with me :-) or looked up dream interpretation, would be nice to ask her, that's my dream.

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  13. sweet and bittersweet remembrances of that time.

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  14. Beautiful memories...of strong women, who helped shape our Country.

    Good thing I didn't read that book I would be worrying about all of those ailments too.

    I have something funny to tell you, I noticed a while ago that your feed wasn't showing up on my blog reader, on my blog. So I tried, and tried to get it to take the feed, nothing would happen, it's been dropping random blogs and sometimes I don't notice it. Then I was concerned that you might wonder why it wasn't on there, to the extent that I was going to email you and apologize for it being missing. This morning, I tried to add it again, and there it was. Go figure. Blogger!

    Jen

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  15. A lovely post Buttons, full of wonderful memories!

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  16. What a wonderful and beautiful post B. I admire your gift of writing and what a vivid story teller you are, so so good! And what an incredible book to have in your family.

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  17. Grandparents are a special part of a child's life. A lovely tribute B!

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  18. What a treasure that book is!

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  19. What a neat book and what a precious link to your grandmother! I'm glad your grandfather made it home... :)

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  20. Thank you for sharing that treasured book and your memories with us, B, in this beautiful story. You have such empathy for others and try to understand their feelings. How wonderful that you have this link with your grandmother!

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  21. Sounds like such a fascinating book with unusual advertisements! Your grandma sounds amazing and I know you miss her so much. You have many memories though to hold on to!

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  22. Great story and remembrance.

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  23. Land sakes alive! they sure did 'tell it like it is', except there are no pictures of what the knitted items actually look like. lol I wonder what broadcast wristlets are. If you try the kitting pattern I'd love to see it. This was a really neat find. xoxo

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  24. What a neat thing to have!

    Three years, I cannot even imagine!!

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  25. Your Nanny' would be very proud of the fact that her granddaughter is a writer, and the keeper of stories...

    xoxox

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  26. Indeed a treasure to possess. And how funny to see how things have changed... :-)

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  27. How wonderful to hold the very same pages that your Grandmother held and read the same words, imagining how she felt. A lovely way to keep her memory alive... I think we have the same snake oil salesman in this day and age; we call them 'big pharma'. :) Loved this - happy Wednesday! hugs xo Karen

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  28. What a cool find!!! I wonder why she kept it safe all these years...

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  29. Nanny knows dear B. She knows you love.

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  30. B,

    Beautiful remembrance post.

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  31. Lovely remembrance to your grandmother. I miss my Granny too sometimes. You write beautifully.

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  32. How to make socks for the soldiers, really got me in my heart. What a story teller you are. Your grandmother would be so proud.

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  33. Oh the memories! I love to look at old newspapers and magazines...I think they tell the stories so much better than the history books do!

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  34. I love empathy and memories in a good story. You do both very well Buttons....:)

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  35. awwww so sweet and "constipation", made me chuckle a lil!!

    a great story b and i loved seeing those old pages!!

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  36. Memories live on .
    Such treasures to have things like that to remember and comntemplate thoughts.
    I called my grandmother "Nanny" too :)

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  37. So many soldiers wives, then and now understand what your grandmother went through. I can't imagine.

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  38. I'm just now reading your post thoroughly. What a treasure!!

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  39. Wonderful; just wonderful.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  40. A precious old book indeed B. I wonder if your Nanny ever did get her dream explained.
    So nice that you're keeping it safe and in the family.
    She'd be happy knowing your thoughts :D)

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