A blue spiral notebook has become one of Myron Stroud’s most cherished possessions.
Crammed inside the notebook are pages of handwritten notes his mother, Clara Stroud, had written, recording the scores of her grandchildren’s baseball games or detailed lists of family hunting trips. Myron says, if anything, his mother was the most organized person he knew.
“She was always recording something,” he said, patting the cover with his hand. “She was organized, but I guess we didn’t look at her like that.”