Gone to Avonlea in my mind today...
I have been reading some of LM Montgomery's journal entries written during month of January.
Typically sad at this time, her voice seemed eerie and mournful. After reading the entries again (from a distance of many years hence), I noticed some things on her radar, specifically which concerned issues of aging, that I had not noticed before.
For instance, when a childhood chum sent a photo of herself in maturity, Maud states she would not have known her, and she wished she had not seen the photo.
If you mix that in a bag with grief (her beloved cousin Frede died in January) and a long list of vain regret and tragedy from behind her, one sees that she was stressed and not at peace. She perhaps could see nothing in her future but more of the same...
"I need for something good to happen," is how she put it in one entry.
I wish I could reach back and help her.
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