On the front of a ratty old notebook, scrawled on top of other random thoughts, is this admonishment written by my Grandma Alice, “NOTICE – HE WHO DOTH CARELESSLY DISCARD ANY OF MY MEMOIRS, I WILL SPIRITLY HANT [sic] THE HELL OUT OF THEM. I WILL PLAGUE THEIR DREAMS. PRESERVE THESE ARTICLES FOR THE FUTURE. He who concentrates [possibly consecrates, which doesn't really make sense either, but I get the picture], degrades this book in any way will be hanted [sic] by me spiritually. He or she who gets stuck taking care of this book better do a damn good job of it."

I can't decide whether to keep it or throw it away just to see if she'll make good on the the threat. I'd love to see her again.