â Myron F. Weiner, 1976
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Every December, I pull together stories of the past year for a family newsletter that I send out as a Christmas card. Itâs a fun tradition to trace the growth of 12 months and tell the tale to our far-flung loved ones.
A couple years ago that job became a little easier when I started keeping a family journal of sorts, which I call our âBook of Days.â I note little stories, quotes, quips and anecdotes â the type of ephemera that will float away like dandelion seeds in the wind unless I reach out my hand to grasp and hold them.Â