I've found a beautiful old photo/memory/scrapbook at the dump that dates back to the early 1900's. It's a hand-written diary with photos written by a young bride documenting her marriage and honeymoon in 1911.
This book seems to have some interesting historical importance as the couple lived here in Portland, Oregon at the time, but traveled to the coast for their honeymoon. The author describes (in beautiful penmanship) their mode of travel (at one point having to ride on the back of a farmer's lumber wagon), as well as their eating and shopping adventures, and hunting and fishing on the Oregon coast. The book is well preserved...I truly don't understand why this treasure was tossed away. I'm grateful that I was able to actually find it in those mountains of trash.
At the beginning of the book, this young bride's first words:
"Diary of Our Wedding Trip
Beginning Sept. 6 - 1911 to Sept. 20 - 1911"
"O, the toils of life!
How small they seem, when love's resistless tide
Sweeps brightly o'er them! Like the scattered stones
Within a mountain streamlet, they but serve
To strike the hidden music of its flow
And make its sparkle visible."
At the beginning of the book, this young bride's first words:
"Diary of Our Wedding Trip
Beginning Sept. 6 - 1911 to Sept. 20 - 1911"
"O, the toils of life!
How small they seem, when love's resistless tide
Sweeps brightly o'er them! Like the scattered stones
Within a mountain streamlet, they but serve
To strike the hidden music of its flow
And make its sparkle visible."
A few scanned samples of some of the pages:
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