140 years ago...

[beatriceeagle]

...my great-great-grandmother stole a library book.

My grandmother found her mother's hope chest somewhere in her house, and opened it and found a few boxes. One had hope chest kind of things: linens and laces, handkerchiefs and handkerchief holders. The other had paper. There was an old hymnal, a penmanship book, a prayer card, report cards from most of my great-grandmother's elementary and secondary school years, and a tiny, brown, falling-apart book called The Glen Cabin with a piece of paper pasted on the inside stating that it was from the United Presbyterian Sabbath School library, and that Scholars (capitalized) could keep books for no longer than one week.

Ooooops.

Though I ended up with a couple of things from the hope chest, the library book was the only one I asked for. It can hang out with the copies of Oliver Twist and Bridge to Terabithia that never quite made their ways back to my middle school library.

Comments

[emelye916.livejournal.com]

That's magical. I love old books - it's like you can sense its history and connect with all the people that ever read or touched or cataloged the book when you flip the pages.

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

That's wonderful.