, "When I was a little girl I had a present brought me from Japan. The box was done up in white velvet paper and tied with a red and whit paper string. Under the neat angles of the bow as a gay paper decoration like a small red fan. When I took off the paper and string I found a wooden box, soft and smooth as a chestnut shell. Around the silken wood was a heavy silk cord firmly fastened. The lid of the box opened with a sigh, as wood brushed wood gently passing, and revealed the most exquisite doll I had ever seen. I cannot remember her now but I remember folding up the paper, the string, the fa, and the cord and tucking them all inside the box to keep forever. They seemed to me just as beautiful and precious as the doll herself." Anne Morrow Lindberg, North to the Orient
A wee explanation: this website was created as a way to amplify the daily surprise of seeing glory in one small life. The notebook entries represented here are all selected from things actually lived and noted on paper in an effort to live the full life British educator Charlotte Mason so ably championed.
Book Of Centuries
Book Of Firsts