The PigPen's Resplendent Kaffeeklatsch

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So we started clearing a small loft area yesterday, laughed til we cried because half the stuff neither of us remembered picking up and then storing. But up there were a bunch of poetry books that survived the great book purge when I needed shelf space. A stack of slim paperbacks, a fat old Oxford Book of American verse and the skinniest hardback Thirty-one Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke with this inscription:
Dear Rina, To remember this night - a preview into the future. with Love, Birdie June 3, 1948
and Rina's library label (my dad's books had those). I wonder what the occasion was.