Tuesday, February 12, 2013

To my grandchild with love...



In her 84th year, Amy Peck sensed that her time was growing short.  Winter would soon arrive and death with it.  While she still remained in her small house, Amy examined her imposing bookcase.  It held so much of her life.

The bottom shelf was weighted down with books from her college years when she first studied to become a medical doctor.  Circumstances forced her to become a pharmacist.  Amy brushed her hands along them.  Organic Chemistry.  Pharmaceutics.  Advanced Mathematics.  Biology and Anatomy.  Heavy tomes even then, but these books were as concrete now. 

The next row contained collections of sermons given by William Spurgeon, 1887.  These Amy inherited from her mother-in-law, Laura A. Peck.  Perhaps she treasured these books more than the first row?

The third shelf up was a collection of books given to her over the years from family.  Knowing that Amy was a voracious reader with a questing mind, family had chosen carefully from contemporary publications.

The final shelf was Amy’s favored book shelf.  It held the treasured books of poetry, her Bibles, journals of poetry she had written, photographs carefully placed in small albums…the representation of her life that was most accessible.

It was here that Amy Peck began the last part of her literary journey.  She pulled volume by volume out, one at a time.  Opening the musty cover with a pen poised over the fly-leaf, Amy considered the book.  Then she wrote. 

“To Susan  With love from, Grandma   Read and enjoy these words that meant so much to me”

Amy worked her way down the bookshelf with the help of her daughter Helen.  When the books were all assigned to people whom she felt believed would love them best, Amy felt was pleased; her journey was almost over.  

She had sent her beloved books forward, like precious gifts.

Will this happen in the future?  Will my grandchild hold one of my favorite books with her name “To….From….” written with love?  Will her child hold a grandmother’s treasured Treasure Island and appreciate that her grandma knew she would love each word?

Kinda hard to do with a Kindle.  

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    1. Grandma gave me poetry books, one Rudyard Kipling, and a medical book. Love them all.

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  2. True, hard to do with a Kindle.

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  3. Can't o it with kindle at all, books in physical form are so much better, sure she will too.

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  4. Very true, hard thing to do with a Kindle. However, you will be leaving them loving memories of yourself and 'real' treasured books.

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  5. Everything about your Grandma Peck is real. The four shelf barrister bookcase. The wool rag rug. I know it's wool. The books she enscribed and sent to you. The grandchildren will have very substantial memories, too, far past a Kindle.

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  6. Oh Susan, that was very touching. It was a wonderful story about passing on the love.

    You write so beautifully and I hope that some day your grandchildren and great grandchildren will be reading your words.

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  7. This was so eloquently written Susan. Your grandma sounds like a wonderful person who never stopped her love of learning. It was so touching how she passed her favorite books onto you, and you're right that Kindles just aren't the same. Keep on writing for your family Susan.
    Julie

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!