The Deskaide 1942

A practical way to an orderly day

I found this in the attic when my husband and I were clearing out space and organizing this past weekend.  It was my grandmother's.  I found it entirely charming and also quite a bit of an anathema.  It hasn't been very long but the word pronunciations are different now, in little ways, the emphasis being on one syllable then versus how it's generally said now.  

She used it as a diary as well as a datebook and it was interesting to see her write about my father when he was an infant.  I am very glad I have this and it is in such excellent condition.  

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11 thoughts on “The Deskaide 1942

  1. Yeah I thought the introduction was hilarious – it's why I shared it.  I actually wanted to show loads more – but thought that might get a bit tiresome lol :)  

    There are pages and pages of archaic info, it's kind of awesome.

  2. Combined with A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer and the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy this Deskaide should prepare you for everything! :)

    While Google Calendar and many other apps and software today are very good, the deskaide in a way feels more organized and tidy. But maybe that's just me. I would really appreciate a more unified way of organization to my legion of apps.

  3. I actually kind of agree +Michael Birke I should take a picture of an empty page so you can see the layout.  It's quite efficient.

    You know – thinking in archaeological terms – I knew my grandmother very well.  I visited her often and over time (she did not like me when I was a child much) we grew into the closest grandchild/grandparent relationship.  I was not only stubborn and wished for her approval but she also finally had to concede that I was the only grandchild who had any interest in her stories.  I'd listen to them raptly – and she caved and started just being nicer to me around 10 or so. (Why didn't she like me you wonder?  Oh, she told me.  I wasn't blonde and pretty like my cousins.)

    In any event, I knew her.  She was a hard woman.  You could call her mean and cruel, even.  She was deceptive and manipulative and ruled over her children with an iron fist.  Her opinion was law.  Her criticism was flawless.  It was her way or the highway.

    But in the Journal here, you'd never know that.  She writes about her day and her infant son with sweet gestures and kind words for everyone.  If you had found only this journal 200 years from now, you'd think my grandmother was this wonderful, saintly woman who cared for everyone around her with thoughtful affection.


    So thinking on that – I am so glad I have always had a cynical eye on archaeologists and historians.  You cannot believe what you read.  You absolutely cannot just invent things based on the scantiest of evidence.  And yet, they do it all the time with the least amount of scholastic rigour one could imagine.   

    Sorry to go on and on – but it's all I've been reading lately (archaeology papers and books) and while some of the more current pros really are okay with saying "we just don't know" I'm about done with anyone prior to 1990.

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