Pressed flowers
“Great-grandma let me press a buttercup. It is in volume eleven.”
Junie Reyes· 15 June 2024
This Generation
1938 – 2024
Botanist & Author
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Eleanor pressed her first flower at six and never stopped. Her three books on coastal wildflowers remain in print, and her garden notes run to eleven volumes.
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“Great-grandma let me press a buttercup. It is in volume eleven.”
Junie Reyes· 15 June 2024
“Eleven volumes, in pencil, with a pressed petal taped beside almost every entry.”
Marisol Reyes· 2 May 2024
“She wrote the weather first and her feelings second, and somehow you learned both.”
Aaron Reyes· 4 May 2024
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“He drew our house on the back of the library blueprint the day we met.”
Eleanor Grace Whitfield· 30 October 2019
“The sketch is framed in the hall. You can still read the blueprint through the paper.”
Marisol Reyes· 11 January 2020
About Marisol Reyes
“Marisol scanned every card, including the ones with my mother's flour on them.”
Eleanor Grace Whitfield· 8 March 2015
“She rescued the recipes off index cards before the ink faded past reading.”
Aaron Reyes· 24 December 2018
About Junie Reyes
“Four generations wrote to her before she could read. It opens on her eighteenth birthday.”
Marisol Reyes· 20 November 2016
“I sealed mine last. It is the only letter of mine she has not yet read.”
Eleanor Grace Whitfield· 5 January 2017
About Samuel Whitfield
“He numbered every letter so we would know if one was lost at sea. Not one was.”
Eleanor Grace Whitfield· 14 March 1998
“Two hundred and twelve letters home, each one numbered in the top corner in pencil.”
Marisol Reyes· 2 November 2004
“I read them all in one night when I was nineteen. They still smell of salt.”
Aaron Reyes· 9 June 2016
About Ruth Adair
“She hung them in order down the hall and could name every child in every frame.”
Eleanor Grace Whitfield· 21 August 1999
“Forty-one photographs, one per year, straightened every Sunday morning.”
Marisol Reyes· 18 February 2007
About Marta Lindqvist
“Nine hundred and twelve names in her own hand, and the weather on each birthday.”
Samuel Whitfield· 1 December 1959
“Half the county was written into that leather book before it was written anywhere else.”
Eleanor Grace Whitfield· 6 April 2001
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