I’ve been scrapbooking as long as I can remember. Of course, early on, it was really my mother who kept the scrapbook. My childhood scrapbook is very fragile now with brittle pages, but it is one of my special treasures.
When I was a little girl it was a special treat to get to look at my scrapbook. I always had to promise to handle it very carefully as I pored over the photos of events I didn’t remember, and cards from relatives and friends.
My mother saved each of the “congratulations on your new baby” cards she and Dad received when I was born, as well as tags from some of the baby gifts.
The vintage girly sweetness of them makes me smile. I’m not sure I lived up to the sugar-and-spice and all-things-pink-and-ruffled sentiments, but they are precious anyway.
My favorite card came from my Aunt Dee. I was so impressed that it actually had a “real, live” penny in it! Imagine her “wasting” a penny like that!
Actually, come to think of it… that penny was worth a whole lot more 44 years ago! The hospital bill for my birth (including 2 nights in the hospital) came to $117.60!
I don’t see meals on the itemized list. Maybe they were included in the $12 per night room charge?
Mother tells me she enjoyed Thanksgiving Dinner in the hospital that year, the day after I was born. Then she and Daddy took me home….