A picture of my mother's handwriting on the note she included with Garfield's article.
The Delta Scrigno with which I wrote this post.
A few of the pens in my collection.
|There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,|
|The earth, and every common sight,|
|To me did seem|
|Apparell'd in celestial light,|
|The glory and the freshness of a dream.|