Trowell scrapbook

The first page is how the traveller's finds the location before repopulation. The pages after shows the developments of the area. The mid section is her image of first visit and her latest visit. The contents follows as sort of notes of whom moved in. Who died between her visits. Who she left medicine for. Some notes of the houses that had faults she fixed. These book serve as a data log of her own up keep of what happened there and what was a issue.

This was all figured out from the Sanford community scrapbook. A sort of formula of standard in how she book keeps with her knowledge. She is aware that no one can read her hand writing nor is she bothered if someone started to.

This book is full of a double page with what plants are harvested nearby. The uses are noted at the drawing. Dosage recommendations by age of receiver. The number under each plant was the chemical compounds in machine notation - although they are not accurately designated. It's sort of more for what price it likely be in the machine market prices - also inaccuracies of current market price.

So she has to be a healer sort to bother with the details of medicine and going by her accurately diagnosis of those she cured.

The images of how this place started out wasn't all that bad. Most of the housing was still standing and liveable. Yet she wrote locations of those she buried. These houses still were refurbished around here with some replaced roofing and rewiring. The windows and insulation was radiation prevention in mind. Sheet foil have been wrapped on all outer walls. All covering up what made these houses a relic of time before nuclear. At least populations of the dome cities can start moving into places like this. Safe gate communities that can withstand the ash fall.

The more I hear about how crowded the cities are becoming. The more I see for why such little places like this would be helpful. Maybe it was why she was doing this, knowing the cities were becoming overpopulated and compromised safety. The more I read or hear about her, the more I have reflected on the ignorance we of the city had assumed.

Myth she is not. A person she was once. She seems yearning, given how she writes like she was talking to someone else. She would write questions as if it was a letter to be sent somewhere.

I have put this book away where I found it. I left a letter of my own. I don't think I will have a reply from it.