I still love my books but things are changing in my life and in the wider world. It’s time for us to down-size and simplify. Carole hasn’t given me a specific number, but reason says I can only keep a few books. Besides, e-books seem to be the wave of the future – but not for me. My anticipatory grief has already begun!
A paraphrased verse from Ecclesiastes helps to console me: “For everything there is a season…a time to gather books together and a time to find those books another good home.” But my main consolation is in knowing that the treasures of their pages have found a permanent home in my heart and mind and will nourish me for the rest of my journey, and perhaps beyond.
Assessing the many good gifts that parents give their children, few are better than the ability to read and a love for books. Reading kindles the imagination and opens us to wider worlds. Well-written books not only enlighten and entertain, they also teach us how to better understand and express our own thoughts and feelings.
When it comes to my inheritance, I agree with the poet Strickland Gillilan’s conclusion: “Richer than I, you can never be; I had a Mother who read to me.” On this special day when we honor our mothers, I again give thanks for Bessie, the book-lady, who was my mother…and for your mother, too.
John Paul Carter’s “Notes From the Journey” is a regular feature of Viewpoints.