Then sing, young hearts that are full of cheer, with
never a thought of sorrow; the old goes out, but the
glad young year comes merrily in tomorrow.
Emily Miller
A whimsical look at a lifetime of personal ephemera collected with no particular aim in mind except it was either too interesting, too funny, too sentimental or too pretty to part with! Welcome and enjoy!
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