I’ve been re-reading Reeve Lindbergh’s book “No More Words.” It’s a moving, touching journal of her mother’s last years living mostly silently up the hill from Reeve’s house.
What awoke me to this journey was buying a replacement volume for Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s “Bring Me a Unicorn.” At the register, the clerk asked if I knew that Charles Lindbergh had another family in Germany. I dithered a bit, came home, and Googled “Charles Lindbergh’s families.” I discovered that he didn’t just have one more family, he had three.
After a couple of days of angry disillusionment, I picked up Reeve Lindbergh’s volume and was charmed by her voice. Following up with this on ABE Books and Alibris, I ordered two more of her works. I also had one of AML’s journals to replace, used, from ABE books. Google also opened the door to purchasing a new volume of Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s diaries entitled “Against the Wind and Tide: Letters and Journals, 1947 - 1986.”
I’ve been journaling doggedly, ignoring my teen aged pages of angst, since 1974. AML’s volumes had helped give me a handle on my own life when it was fragmented and sad. The new book will be released in 2012, and I am filled with anticipation and gratitude that we will have this last volume in her voice.