There's a book of quotations I have on the shelf, it was published in 1942 and I love the slightly tatty blue cover and yellowing pages. It was given to me by a good friend after her grandmother had died. I had met her once or twice and she loved a good argument and I was only too happy to oblige. Politics, religion, history, she knew her stuff. After she had died my friend presented me with the book, saying that her grandmother would have found it amusing for me to have it.
Anyway, I was looking for a quotation today, one about coffee, there were a few but none that seemed to fit. I was flicking through the book seeing if anything would leap out at me. Which it did. A scrap of paper fell out. An advertisement from a grocers shop in the run up to Christmas 1944 making particular mention of gifts for friends. Particularly making gifts of coffee.
It made me smile, the old girl had probably used it as a book mark doing exactly the same thing as I was 61 years ago, rooting around for an appropriate quote. It was a tiny moment of connection with the past that made me think, nothing particularly insightful or deep, but that I should buy someone I like a cup of coffee tomorrow and catch up.