Elizabeth's writing

Instead of writing about Elizabeth, here are some pages written by Elizabeth. She had legible handwriting, and wrote in those Mead ruled writing tablets. I think this must date from when she was 17 or 18.


  1. What a lovely glimpse of your creative, unique child. I love these.

  2. Patty
    I have not seen this post before. Such an elegant writer. Today is the birthday of lovely EG. So missed by all.
    When I look at these pages I remember talking to Nick and asking him what to buy for Lizzie for Christmas and he suggested pens as she loved to write. Off I went on a search for the perfect pen(s). Found them and only hope she wrote these with the special pens.


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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry