Address Book

 

This was my grandmothers address book which my mum now has. It's completely fallen apart by my mum has kept it for sentimental reasons as my grandmother had written her favourite poetry in there along with the addresses of people she once knew from her childhood.

It's so sad that this treasured book is now just falling apart and no one can touch it because it is now so delicate.

 

 
The excerpt from the Frank O'Hara poem (above) is perhaps my favourite poem from the book. It is a really beautiful poem and this page especially holds a lot of meaning- the number at the top is done in my mother's handwriting and the number is my grandmother's.