A whisper from the past

Sometime in the early morning and somewhere in our area, a tree went down in the storm. The power went out. So, this morning after the fire was lit and coffee made, I sat down with a book off the shelf and a keepsake from my childhood. Inside were some quick sketches by my father made with a marker. Here is one of them. The book itself was filled with French nursery rhymes and marvelous illustrations. It was like opening a time machine.