the bookends library
Stories. Stories have permeated my life like the air I breathe since before I was born. I come from a family of stories and story-tellers.
There is no better example of this than Nanny, my grandmother, whose stories were the original inspiration for my first website almost 20 years ago, and of which this current site is a direct descendant.
My Mama has always loved to read, and I think she is a large part of the reason that I fell in love with books and reading almost as soon as I learned that letters could be put together into words. Thank you, Mama!
Libraries. Libraries have always been one of my favorite places, and I am lucky to have been able to work in several libraries in my younger life.
Speaking of libraries . . . you can call me a liar, but I have witnesses who will swear to its truth if paid enough money . . . a few years ago, just after I’d decided to quit driving a truck over the road and move back to Georgia to be closer to my family, I had a chance to go on a cruise. My first one.
What I was hoping would be a special time with a dear friend didn’t -- couldn’t -- happen, and I was stuck with Plan B: spending a week on a huge ship alone (I was with family, but when hopes of romance float away likes petals of a flower on the wind after playing she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not with it - and ending on the not part - it feels pretty alone even if you’re surrounded by thousands of happy, mostly coupled, people), mourning what-might-have-been.
So the first day out at sea found me moping around, wandering the ship aimlessly, exploring. I’m on Deck E -- or Deck whatever-letter-you-want -- and suddenly, I see it right there in front of me: there is a library on this boat! I felt like Howard Carter in front of King Tut’s tomb.
So it happened that while thousands of other people spent their days on the beaches of the islands and ports we visited, one romantically-deprived 40-something-year-old-man could be found in the ship’s library, enjoying his own company with a book.
You might imagine a huge letter “L” tattooed to my forehead (“What a dork!”), but that library helped make that cruise one of the funnest weeks of my life instead of one of the longest.
At least if we by chance happen to end up on the same cruise someday, you’ll know where to find me.
The Bookends Library. Given what I’ve just written, it is perhaps fitting that the first expression of The Rabbit Hole part of this website should be devoted to my love of books and of reading. I’m not sure what it will end up being, but at the very least, it will serve as a place to collect some of my thoughts about what I’m reading at any given time, and I imagine it having some connection to the Fragments Blog in that regard.
I hope you’ll join me and check in from time to time.
I’d love to hear about what you’re reading or any comments you care to share. Shoot me a message through the Contact page.
Until the next page . . . love and peace to all . . . love and peace to you. -- Allan
There is no better example of this than Nanny, my grandmother, whose stories were the original inspiration for my first website almost 20 years ago, and of which this current site is a direct descendant.
My Mama has always loved to read, and I think she is a large part of the reason that I fell in love with books and reading almost as soon as I learned that letters could be put together into words. Thank you, Mama!
Libraries. Libraries have always been one of my favorite places, and I am lucky to have been able to work in several libraries in my younger life.
Speaking of libraries . . . you can call me a liar, but I have witnesses who will swear to its truth if paid enough money . . . a few years ago, just after I’d decided to quit driving a truck over the road and move back to Georgia to be closer to my family, I had a chance to go on a cruise. My first one.
What I was hoping would be a special time with a dear friend didn’t -- couldn’t -- happen, and I was stuck with Plan B: spending a week on a huge ship alone (I was with family, but when hopes of romance float away likes petals of a flower on the wind after playing she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not with it - and ending on the not part - it feels pretty alone even if you’re surrounded by thousands of happy, mostly coupled, people), mourning what-might-have-been.
So the first day out at sea found me moping around, wandering the ship aimlessly, exploring. I’m on Deck E -- or Deck whatever-letter-you-want -- and suddenly, I see it right there in front of me: there is a library on this boat! I felt like Howard Carter in front of King Tut’s tomb.
So it happened that while thousands of other people spent their days on the beaches of the islands and ports we visited, one romantically-deprived 40-something-year-old-man could be found in the ship’s library, enjoying his own company with a book.
You might imagine a huge letter “L” tattooed to my forehead (“What a dork!”), but that library helped make that cruise one of the funnest weeks of my life instead of one of the longest.
At least if we by chance happen to end up on the same cruise someday, you’ll know where to find me.
The Bookends Library. Given what I’ve just written, it is perhaps fitting that the first expression of The Rabbit Hole part of this website should be devoted to my love of books and of reading. I’m not sure what it will end up being, but at the very least, it will serve as a place to collect some of my thoughts about what I’m reading at any given time, and I imagine it having some connection to the Fragments Blog in that regard.
I hope you’ll join me and check in from time to time.
I’d love to hear about what you’re reading or any comments you care to share. Shoot me a message through the Contact page.
Until the next page . . . love and peace to all . . . love and peace to you. -- Allan
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