After reading THE COUNTRY DIARY OF AN EDWARDIAN LADY, I was struck again with the unknown parts of us. The parts we choose not to share. Edith Holden kept the diary for herself, had no children, and died suddenly at the age of 49. Now she lives again through a work which will touch thousands of people. Each of us need to do something, if we can, and no fritter away time on seemingly useless tasks.  We never know who we will touch or how we will be received, but the touching and the doing become the important ingredients of life.