A Grandmother’s Guestbook Records a Life of Love on Every Page

A Grandmother’s Guestbook Records a Life of Love on Every Page
Grandma Audrey's guest book, which she started over 40 years ago. Rachael Dymski
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I sit in the living room of my grandmother’s bungalow in Kent, England, a stone’s throw away from the Dover Cliffs, where we spent the afternoon drinking tea in the National Trust gift shop while watching the ferries come into the harbor in pouring rain.

My girls are asleep, tucked up in the coveted “fluffy beds” I slept in every time I visited as a child. I stretch my legs out next to the gas stove, lit to ward off the chilly November evening. My grandmother, now 86 but every bit as full of life as I’ve always remembered her, sits on the couch. We’re both half listening to the documentary on television about the new King Charles as we flip through the bulky, spiral-bound book sprawled open on my lap.

Guestbook of Love

I know this book, filled with different handwriting and labeled “Visitors.” It was a regular fixture on the side table in the guest room, and growing up, we argued over who was going to fill it out almost as much as we did over who would get to sleep in one of the fluffy beds.
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