Today I have been thinking about sentimental treasures.
Some of my treasures are those I have had since childhood. In the photo above, note the two very well-worn books to the left: Cornelli, by Johanna Spyri, and Elsie Dinsmore, by Martha Finley. I first wrote about these books on my Potpourri blog in April 2011.
These book treasures came to me from my mother, who received them when she was a child in 1921. I read them as a child, too; in fact, I read them over and over.
They became quite shabby and the bindings were coming undone, so when I happened upon a job in a library, between high school and college, I took them to be repaired. I had learned how to fix bindings in the course of my work there, so I was proud to be able to complete this task.
When my mother gave them to me to keep, about a year before she died, she remarked upon my repairing them all those years ago, which told her how much the books meant to me.
They now hold pride of place next to my own creations and a few other books.
They are raggedy again…they could use another repair. In the meantime, I like that they look loved.
Let’s check out the interiors. The first shows an illustration from Elsie Dinsmore:
Another one from the same book:
An illustration from Cornelli:
I hope that my children or grandchildren pass these treasures on…and maybe they will even read them.
Or perhaps they will not be as sentimental as I am about the books. I enjoyed reading them and pretending that the little girls in the books were my friends.
Do you have special treasures from your childhood? Or books handed down from your mother or father?