Pocketbook started with my great-grandmother’s purse.
I used to rummage through it when I was small — the kiss-lock coin purse with a torn corner of a ten-dollar bill folded inside, the rain bonnet in its plastic case, Juicy Fruit, a little red Bible, a silver pouch from her parish’s 25th anniversary. Everything stayed where she’d last put it down.
Her name was Mary Kukurugya. She lived in Hopwood, Pennsylvania.
This is a place to keep what we carry — hers, mine, yours when you want to share it.
A way to send yours in is coming soon.