Remember last year, when I had all the trouble and anxiety and, well, angst over paring down my 900+ book library to the 100 or so that I really really wanted?
OK. Now imagine that kind of angst, only the books in question are over 100 years old, some priceless, and I haven’t read any of them.
See, I have taken on the task of cataloguing the books in my grandmother’s house, for purposes of estimating their value, and providing some kind of inventory to the auctioneer. Meanwhile, my dad and stepmom periodically ask me if there are any of the books I want or just can’t live without, because my dad is willing to take a few in his share of the inherited goods and pass them along to me.
“Yes,” I replied last night. “I want all of them. I can’t live without any of them. They’re books.”
My stepmother doesn’t entirely understand, but my father does, completely (so does my uncle, by the way, and grandma would understand, too). I remember doing this when my other grandmother died– perhaps this is how I grieve? I go through the deceased’s library? Certainly, one of my favorite things to do is snoop through a person’s bookshelves to see what they like to read. You can learn a lot about a person by the company they keep, and of course, to a book-addict, the company of fictional characters counts just as much as any other riff-raff you might pick up.
In any case, I’m still trying to figure out how I can convert Steggy into a rolling antique book library. I doubt it’s going to happen. Something about me already claiming more than my share of storage in the RV as it is may come up. I will have to let go and say “ah, how wonderful that these books are given to the world instead of being locked away in the attic again!”
Did I tell you about the wheel? Grandma left me a spinning wheel. Just the wheel, though. No frame, no spindles, no flyer head…. just the wheel (it’s a great wheel– you spin while standing or walking beside it). I’m thinking of making a PVC pipe stand for it and having a go.
Tuesday night, John and I played Scrabble with my dad and stepmom using Grandma’s Scrabble set, but not her wacky rules. In her set, several pieces are missing, and she replaced them with pieces from another game. Since you can’t tell from looking at the new pieces what the value of the letters are, those pieces have the values printed on the Scrabble board (you know, the chart with the letter distribution?) That means there’s at least one 12-point “E” and a 1-point “Z” in her set.
We played with standard rules (and values), and I kicked everyone’s ass.
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One of the items my grandmother left to me was a spinning wheel. It’s a “great wheel” (or walking wheel), slightly more than 3 feet across, and it has the wheel and a gear, but nothing else. The other day, I was able to bring it home in the Jeep– we have absolutely no idea where to keep this, or what to do with it at this time. Its presence will make a trip out to the storage locker in Santa Cruz a bit more urgent, because it can really only be in our home for a few months before we will go nuts tripping over it.
