Mary Quayle Innis, Personal Diary. [1949-1953].

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INTRODUCTION There are no more precious possessions than memories; no greater pleasure than the remembrance of past happiness. Yet Father Time, who throws an enchantment over remembered yesterdays, is a bit of a thief, too. He steals memories, if you don't watch him. He is specially fond of stealing the little details that make memories vivid. How often have you, thinking back upon some happy day, been surprised to find you could not recollect it as clearly and completely as you would like? And how often have you been delighted when a friend, reminiscing with you, about bygone times, has recalled to your mind some little detail of pleasure that you had completely forgotten?

A diary is a friend to go through life with you, sharing your thoughts and experiences, remembering them for pleasures great and small, that you have had together. If guards against the theiving of Father Time all the details that call back memories so vividly and brightly.

Start your diary, then, tonight. Put into it, as briefly as you choose, a note of the things you do, the friends who share your experiences, your work, your joys and sorrows. Let your diary be one of these friends to remember things for you. Then in future years you will have, whenever you wish, that rarest of pleasures ----living over again the golden days that have gone.

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