The tattered books are over fifty years old Thick board books, with moving wheels Showing trucks and fire engines Beloved by my son And I hand them now to Kevin the store clerk Kind and caring to me at the wild bird store Whose little boy Henry was two yesterday And who likes books… That the adventure may go on. Kristin Moyer July 12, 2022
Hi Kristin,
This speaks to me so deeply. I recently gave away some of my son’s old books to a good home. And I re-read most of them before deciding to donate them. You should see the ones I kept. <3 Many of them were books my mother and grandmother read to me when I was young. So thankful for the adventure! XO- Heather
Hello Heather,
Books are imbued with so many memories, aren’t they? I have a bookcase here of childhood books, some of them going back to my childhood, others from my children’s and my older granddaughter’s. It is hard to give them up.
This brought tears to my eyes. I have many of my two grown son’s books in my attic and stashed on closet shelves. Reading to them is one of my fondest memories of motherhood. Early on I gave many books away – to the library, to others, but some I could not part with, especially the most tattered “Goodnight Moon.”
In one of my guest rooms hang three framed pages from my mother’s favorite book, The Sugar-Plum Tree: And other Verses, by Eugene Field, published in 1930. The worn wooden frames were made by her father. Several years ago I found and purchased a copy of the book on eBay. What a thrill that was.