This Bible and Signs of Generational Anxiety
Post cards, newspaper clippings and copied (or written?) poems circa early 1920s.
And this random piece of paper with the recounting of a bad dream.
I dreamed last night of drinking some poison, perhaps carbolic acid, something that looked like blood, in milk. It seems as though I did not know that is was poison for I had drunk three or four glasses before this. I poured too much in a glass of cream and passed it to others. They refused, I grasped the glass and placed the beverage to my lips, drank half a glass and found ot my horror that I had gotten hold of something poison and that it was eating my stomach out. I screamed for mamma. Death was inevitable.
I’ve no way of knowing who wrote this. Was it a family bible or a personal bible? The postcard is addressed to my Grandmother Ernestine–she of the many dance cards–and I guess it makes sense she would have had her own bible. My sense of it, is that she wrote this. She lived to be in her late-nineties, but by then she did have a colostomy bag. Her digestive system–like my father’s and my own, was a source of concern later in life. Had it begun here? Was it a premonition of sorts–a manifestation of knowing already, maybe subconsciously, that “something was wrong?” There are no other recounting of dreams in the bible. This is the only one.