| Source In a library somewhere |
The garage is half done in the purging. The sewing room is surprisingly neat and
ready to be used.
Bit by bit, we discover treasures from decades in the
past. My husband found his lost collection comic
books—not in mint condition. My box of
teaching instructions and directions from 1970s were there, written on a typewriter and then copied on a Xerox.
We found boxes and boxes of books.
Some were published in the Twentieth Century and many
in the Ninetieth Nineteenth Century, books own by my Grandmother Peck. She was a highly educated woman and her books
reflected that.
The oldest book was published in 1862, first edition. Very worn.
But that fact raises a big question: What do I do with them? I have kept them for over forty years, since
her death. The books are in fragile
condition, the covers degrading and pulling away. All are well-used, with that musty smell old books have.
What do I do with this inheritance?
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| Part of Grandma's gifts to me |
Any suggestions?
