Memories and Memoribilia

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When I was growing up, I was the least affluent of my friends. I had many affluent moments and a handful of exposures to some great wealth, but generally speaking… There were 3 significant homes I had with my mother. The most impactful -relevant to this post- was the house I lived in during my late junior high to high school years. I’ve written of it before. Worth a read. A short story. Needless to say, i’ve come to reflect on it as a tiny museum shop, without the fantasy that term might actually suggest. There were walls covered in pictures and shelves with stuff, tedious furniture items mainly used to display other things on, multiple shadow boxes filled with … Read More

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Read and Restore

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News to me: Anne Frank was not the only young chronicler of the Nazi Occupation. Books are harder for me to get rid of than clothes. Even if I think i may wear something again, i hand it off easily. But even knowing I won’t actually read a book again, i still hoard it. I like the eye appeal of my well-stocked book shelves. I’d rather be better read than most fashionable any day.  What do you do with old books? Cookbooks I’m absolutely certain to not use, I donated to a local cooking school or gave away to friends they suited, i.e. David Lebovitz’s chocolate book to a sweet-tooth phene. My most treasured is a 1865 German Bible i … Read More

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