Ahhhh, finding the most intimate place to read where you can smell the book, and feel its binding of a true story. Holding a book in your hand and gently turning the pages at a pace of leisure is an ancient pleasure. Have you found an old manuscript with ‘aha’ notes written in it’s margins? Have you considered the person who had such revelations? Books are a passion of the past, present and of the future. The ages of wisdom recorded, those astounding adventures, the truths told to a mind, a heart of a child, a mother, a lover, a drifter. The author’s imagination is a gift from God and their pen creates a privileged peek into a world that you may have never traveled. Paintings and photos of wooded libraries are cherished haunts and preferred destinations of a variety of book hounds. Do you find yourself seeking to spend time at the local library just to be in the presence of an immense stockade of books? On your vacations are you fascinated by the history of your destination in museums and libraries? Today readers often simply skim for facts, but the avid reader yet enjoys and prefers….holding the book and pondering its words while their soul invigorates. Engraved books with gold leafed pages and leather binding are most rare in this century. Books of prose and poetry were repeatedly absorbed and memorized in the day of gents and ladies. It was in those times that we were able to linger in books without the distraction of radio, television or of the internet’s noisy youtube blasts of doom and world news. In my youth, in the relaxed era of 1950’s…..our family lived on Rose Street in the San Joaquin Valley. Within this 14 room mansion we had four fireplaces. My favorite room was our library. It had a lovely stone fireplace
adorned with book shelves that reached from floor to ceiling on both sides. The serene view of our rose garden and the sound of a crackling fire kept us stilled as we entered the world of our book of choice. Builders rarely construct new homes with libraries anymore. In the 50’s our dad was an insurance agent for State Farm and the living room was converted into his office. The winding staircase separated the living area from the library. Papa would bring his clients into the library for coffee and a game of chess in front of that fireplace. This posting is to honor the warm memories of days spent organizing various collections of used books into the Dewey system with my sister Mary. Mary enjoyed the author of the Nancy Drew series as well as the “Good Earth” by Pearl S. Buck. Today I treasure the time I have to luxuriate in the living Word that lies between the covers of my Bible. Reflecting on what God has to say to me within each passage from Genesis to Revelations. Enjoy the photos of these outdoor reading nooks and just imagine time alone reading books to your hearts content.