A book etched in nostalgia, with poems that go back to 1964, when the decision was made to begin saving the poems in a 7’’x 9” notebook, instead of placing them in a fi le, which, at length, became diffi cult to fi nd; essentially lost Time brought forth three such notebooks, two fi lled; the third well-over half used. A book attuned, in good part, to family history; the growth and flowering of two generations; a continuing story that surpasses the bounds of poetic surveillance.