August 28, 2008

• OLD BOOKS - OLD FRIENDS

  The last week or so I've been going through 27 boxes of books that have been stored for 6 years. Some boxes take me longer than others as I walk with Elsie Dinsmore through her southern mansion, and I see butterflies fly gently through the Limberlost swamp.( I remember the time when I was able to see "Shepherd of the Hills" in Branson, MO) and I read about "When a Man's a Man". I spent the afternoon with Laurie and Mary in their “Little House on the Prairie.” And ran on the seashore with the “Bobbsie Twins” It was exciting to visit Louisa May Alcott and her sisters as they became “Little Women” again and “Little Men” and to meet “Jo’s Boys” I was so glad to talk with “Pollyanna” again and play her glad game, (in which I am glad Pop (my DH) is feeling better. I’m glad he don’t have to go to the doctor today.)

  Tonight I’ll go with George McDonald to “The Shepherds Castle” and I’ll carefully steal down the steps to the dungeon in hopes I’ll get there before anyone else, in time to save (whoever’s down there, I forgotJ ) (our old house, when we lived near Estacada, lent itself well to mystery books, books about country life, “Little House in the Big Woods” and “Cheaper by the Dozen” I remember one night all was quiet in the house and the children were asleep. (or so I thought) but sometime after midnight there were books being read. The upstairs bedroom were arranged thus…there was a bedroom at the end of the house, and an attic bedroom above. Just next to the bedroom below was another bedroom. Well, “altheveas” was in the attic bedroom reading, “The Shepherd Castle“. Mrs.Darling was below reading and #2 son was in the next bedroom reading Huck Finn.#2 son laughed out loud at something he read and that set off a chain reaction. Mrs.Darling heard it and responded with “Hark I heard an idiot laugh” and in turn “alltheveas” was in the attic reading ‘Shepherd Castle” and the tension was building up as the lover in the book was creeping down the steps to the dungeon below to rescue his love. Next morning “altheveas” announced that anyone with a less sound mind that her would have lost it right there.)

  O, the memories, great and small, that one has in a lifetime.

  I come to Oregon with the Whitman’s as they settled in Washington and fought with Custer on the battlefield, to the last. (I remember one time on one of our trips standing where the battle was fought, the sun was setting and as we looked out over the rolling hills we could see groups of 2 white crosses together where the men had fallen, there were groups of 3 and sometimes 5 scattered over the hills, and there across the hill was one lonely white cross (the crosses were placed where the men had fallen. It was quiet and still that night and one could feel the loneliness and the quietness that must have spread over the land after the battle was done.)

  I went with “Christy” to see “Cutter Gap” and traveled thru “The Lighthouse” with Eugenia Price and visited the old church on St Simons Island. Coffee table books from Washington DC to Alaska. I don’t dare forget my ancestor found in many, many books.

  I could go on forever but I have to sort more books J and Pop has a doctors appointment we need to leave for soon. (I guess I started this yesterday, when there was no doctors appointment.)

  I encourage you Go Thru the Day with Christ, we live in a time where God is our only hope

   

   

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