This book belonged to my great grandmother, who was born in 1881. For many years we thought it was a diary, as it was written all in German and no one in the family knew German. After I was married, I realized my mother in law might be able to help as she was raised in Germany and spoke German. She told me it was not a diary, but an “autograph book” that people had signed at the end of the school year, filling the pages with sentiments for the future. The cover is leather with a silver emblem and corners, and my great grandmother’s initials, PS. Some of the pages contain dates, as the one below, which reads 1895, and the name of the city she lived in, Bielefeld.