Yesterday, I took his library books out of storage, looking for a place to put them. I live in a small space. I am dedicated to minimizing my possessions. But these books need a home, at least most of them. In 2007, I retrieved them from the attic, sorted out books in good condition, all published in the late 1800s. Some I kept because of their interesting titles. Somehow the attic with its wide boards, beams and rafters protected many old things. When I gaze at the books, I imagine his library that became the sitting room for my family. It had a beautiful fireplace with a burnished wood mantle. The books he collected tell me something about William Gordon Means, my great grandfather.
I shall organize these books and let them tell me where they will go. But, that will be another day. My back is killing me from moving the boxes of books. Thus, my activities are limited today and I share them with you.
Black Beauty. Hans Brinker or The Silver Skates. Greek Grammar.