So before I fill in all these other poems

I wanna say how I found the poems in this book. I knew where it was as Mother had sent it along with me with the groceries and other things she made to eat, in about five bags each time, as she insists on cooking for me during this quarantine or isolation or whatever you want to call it, due to coronavirus which is breaking out all over the planet in 2020 which is what year it is as I am writing this entry of this blog. Anyway I had put the book away and I was just kind of thumbing through it the other day, on, about Day 40 of self-imposed pretty much 96.9 percent lockdown due to not wanting to catch the frickin' virus. I mean I just don't go ANYWHERE except to the pharmacy, the place to get food (down the road a bit and to my mom's house) and to get the mail. Oh and a couple other places for essential items. Well like I was saying, I knew the book was there but I didn't know what was in it and I suddenly discover all these poems and I know they must be my grandmother's. And I'm like I gotta get back to my blog.

Computer doesn't even recognize coronavirus, it spell-checks the hell out of it.

So I have this week-long obfuscation of internet, just can't get it at all. Super frustrating. Then as soon as it comes back clear, I plug in and get to work. I've already typed more than half that book of poems in less than one day. I'm not sure all the love poems are to my Grandfather Harold; it seems like she had another boyfriend a couple of years or so before he came along, but it's difficult to tell...maybe he just went away to the war and she waited for him to come back, and that poem about him dying was just the worst-case-scenario poem that she wrote just to sort of get used to the horror of the worst that might happen...

...I don't know. Anyway, I did all these posts coming back to here in just the one morning-into-afternoon and I have some more to do, maybe twenty poems or so to type in and then an essay about Jesus and living the Christian life which is at the end of the book. That was kinda important to that side of the family, as I think I told you before that my great-great-grandfather, James Hugh Blair Hall, and Madge's grandfather, was a Cumberland Presbyterian minister who started the first college in Birmingham, Alabama.

Yeah I am a little obsessed with them I suppose. But I didn't know them. It's an ever-present mystery in my life. Sometimes I spend half a day just wandering among my thoughts while perusing the few photos and mementos of these people, such as I've got left, and just wondering who they were and what they were all about.