1920. Take a journey into America's past through this classic fictional diary. The book begins: Sunday, March 10, 191-, Heard a bluebird today. In spite of my great age (I am on the sunny side of sixty) the note of the bluebird always awakens a thrill that carries me back to my boyhood. One is sure to hear a bluebird several times before one sees it, and this year was no exception. I heard the musical warble as I came up through the bulkhead from the furnace room with a hod of ashes. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.