My Dad has lent me more than tools (see previous Sweet Squares). This is his old cloth bound copy of ONE HUNDRED AND ONE POEMS edited by Roy J. Cook for The Cable Company in Chicago in 1928; it's older than my Dad. He not only lent this book but he made me the reader I am. He instilled a need by transmitting the idea that reading and books are important. I never wrote in school or library books; he thought it was a horrible thing to deface a book. Some things your parents tell you, stay with you. Forever.
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That's very moving. Is your Dad still alive to know what this meant to you? My Dad inspired me with all sorts of things too, which I try to remember each time I'm ready to kill him for something!
ReplyDeleteSue, I hesitate to phrase things as I have because my Dad is alive but he's in been in the hospital, now rehabilitation and not in shape to read something like this. He isn't doing very well. That's funny about your Dad! :^)
DeleteI love this one! In fact, I thought it was a photo at first glance. I love that your Dad held on to this old book and passed it to you. However, when it comes to my own books, I cannot read without a pencil in my hand! Marking stars next to favorite passages is what makes my books, and the stories inside them, my own. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the colors in this one, too.
Thanks, Renée! You bad girl! Writing in books ;) But really-- I won't judge you. I did highlight my university textbooks.
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