Love of the Twenties

Prologue

2017

"Alright, mom said we could throw away and keep some of her stuff if we want." Lily said.

"Well her and dad had a lot of stuff. I mean how long has she had this." Will said picking up an old watch of her's.

"Let's just try to get done with some of this. It's going to take at least a week with all this stuff." Amanda says.

The woman's children go through their now deceased mother's house for a week. Throwing away, keeping, and not knowing what to do with her things.

Finally, at the end of the middle week in May they make it up to the last floor, the attic. Where Eleanor stored all the precious memories of her parents. Countless clothing items, pictures, article clippings, letters, and many more. Her parents were both beautiful and wild spirits during their youth. When they met during the summer of 1924 life in New York was very extravagant.

Her parents fell in love in the middle of the chaotic time. Going through obstacles some personal and professional. At times they would go their separate ways. Only to find each other again and fall deeper and deeper in love with one another.

Lillian kept journals, documenting what was going on in her life during the Jazz Age.

She wanted to look back on her live one day by flipping through the hundreds of pages filled with her life. And that she did, she would read from the pages she wrote to her children. Letting them know what brought them into the world. The undying love between her and Harold.

"Alright, let's start with this boxes." Lily says pointing to the boxes that read Mom's Things.

Will walks up to the boxes and grabs the one at the top. When he pulls it out, all of the items fall out from the bottom.

"Shit." Will says. Multiple journals were scattered across the floor.

All of them were labeled by a month and year. The first one that Amanda picked up read June 1924.

"What are all of this?" Will says bending down to pick up another journal.

"It looks like these are grandma's journals." Lily says picking up one as well.

"There's so many! It looks like she has one for every year and month." Amanda says.

"This one looks like the first one." Will says scanning over the page.

Eleanor's children sat there and began to read the journals of their grandmother's. Telling them the story of how her romance with their grandfather came to be...