Friday, December 13, 2013

It's Me

I haven't had much material to blog about.  Obviously.  It's wintertime, so I pass the hours reading a LOT of books.  I'm not good at book reviews, so for the most part I don't blog about what I'm reading.  However, a little meme on Facebook got me thinking this morning, and here is the gist of it:  In your status list 10 books you have read that have stayed with you in some way. Don't think too hard as they don't have to be great or the 'right' kind of book.

On the list, I mentioned the whole set of "The Book of Knowledge" as one work.  Just thinking about that triggered a flood of happy memories.  

As a child, I always wished for a set of encyclopedias.  Back then, salesmen would come to our door selling them for such exorbitant prices that I knew, even as a kid, they were way out of our range.  When I had free time at school, I would often pull out a random volume of Encyclopedia Britannica and leaf through the pages.  

The summer I was twelve, I think, my mom took me to Chillicothe to spend a week at a preacher's house so I could go to their vacation Bible school.  (For readers who knew me back then, the preacher's name was Joe Lemons.)  Joe and Lois had a set of "The Book of Knowledge", and I remember spending hours curled up in an easy chair in the corner of their living room reading from those volumes.  The Book of Knowledge was more than an encyclopedia set:  There were poems and stories and... well, I was hooked, that's all I can say.  I probably did more reading that week than I normally did in a year.  I knew I would never be lucky enough to own those books, so I wanted to read as much as possible while I had my chance.  

I was probably fifteen or sixteen when my parents began frequenting a weekly auction in Riverside.  I was walking along one of the tables of stuff that would be selling one week and noticed a box that contained every volume of "The Book of Knowledge".  I asked my mom to bid on it for me.  I think she was probably the only bidder, so those books went home with me.  Now, this was an old set, probably from the thirties, but that bothered me not at all.  Once again I went into a reading frenzy.  Many of the poems that are still my favorites today were discovered in those musty-smelling pages:  "Jenny Kissed Me", "Even This Shall Pass Away", "Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening" (and others by Robert Frost), "Waiting", "November".  Somewhere along the line, I moved away from home and the books didn't.  I was done with them anyhow.  

When my daughter and her family moved into the house where they now live, a set of "The Book of Knowledge" from the fifties was left behind in their basement.  I latched onto them and kept at my cabin.  Once the cabin was forsaken, I tossed the books, but I did enjoy reading bits from them as part of my cabin experience.  

That set of books changed my life in more ways than I can count.  Just for the poems alone, those moldy-smelling old volumes were priceless.  

  

      

5 comments:

Anita said...

I was not familiar with The Book of Knowledge as a child. Instead, I envied my neighbors who had the Childcraft series. So of course, I bought the Childcraft for my kids, who by the way, had access to so many books, that they were not as excited as I was about them.

So now they are stored in our bonus room on the third level of our house, where all our books tend to go before they eventually leave the house for good...which has been a slow process for my reluctant husband! :)

I'm glad you had books to read as a child. I'm sure it's a major factor in who you are today.

Thanks for the memories.

TARYTERRE said...

There is nothing a good book won't do. Reading is one of life's simple pleasures.

Becky said...

Oh my gosh! You are the only person I know who has ever mentioned The Book of Knowledge! My grandma had a whole set. Hers went up to about 1975, I think. She used to get the annual via mail order. She had a whole bookcase full going back to the 50s. I could spend hours flipping through them. I wanted them the day we were there to pack up her house after she passed. Long story. I got a few books, but not those. I was told in no uncertain terms that they were going in the trash. Period. Shame, really. There was a whole volume chuck full of info on the moon landing. Good stuff.

Margaret said...

There were always books around my house and I have WAY too many now. I need to bring myself to get rid of some of them.

Lori said...

Very nice post. I think I might have to write about this as well. Three books popped into my mind as I was reading.