i recently acquired elke maria hansen’s travel journal.
it’s from a 1950 trip to sylt, a german island in the frisian archipelago in the north sea. based on the photos, i presume she took the trip with a group of other girls. schoolmates? family? friends?
she has carefully lettered each page, probably with a dip pen judging from the way the navy ink fades and darkens regularly throughout.
i only wish i could read german.
the writing is so neat and lovely that i imagine she must have put everything together once the trip was over.
in my mind’s eye i can see her at a sturdy wood table laboring over each page.
perhaps sipping tea as she diligently recorded each event of her stay on the island.
in total, the book is 30-40 pages all single-sided.
where’d ya go elke-maria? and why oh why did your sweet travel journal get left behind?
i’ll just keep it for you, with the other lost books i’m tending. safe and sound among my own sketchbooks and journals.