Day 281
“Who gets the
books?”
“NO!
Who gets the books?”
Somewhere
along the journey, I recon that I actually learned to read---at least…a little.
When
we got around to buying our first house, I took on remodeling the old place; I
built in a 4’ book shelf; three years later, we sold the property.
Coincidentally, the book shelves were full.
Building
our first new home, I constructed built-in shelves in our basement family room
totaling 12’ in length. Six years later, I sold the ten-acre property as the
shelves filled up.
Our
next home was on the 214-acre farm and I built in 24’ of book shelves beginning
to fill those cavities; in eleven years we managed to fill those spaces, also
then moved to Oregon.
By
then, the kids were young adults; we took the “kids” and the books with us.
When
Becky was about five, or so, we were loaded up in the old chariot going to the
mall on a shopping trip (probably to buy some---books…to fill the shelves!?)
when younger daughter Becky leaned forward from the rear seat and inquired, out
of the blue, “Who gets the books when you die?” Well! Now! Funny! I reckon, the things that spin around in a child’s head.
Well!
Lady Candice and I had a good laugh
at that bombshell---I hadn’t considered…Dying!
Elder
daughter Beth was in the back seat but Rachel somehow managed to confine her to
a corner while Becky took center stage between the front seats to dominate Mom
and Dad; in a later time, Beth would become a lawyer; that day she seemed as
speechless as her parents.
Ever
since, the “Who gets the books?” query comes up and we all enjoy a good laugh.
At
the time of the “Question” from Innocence!?,
ole Dad mustered his “dim”-wit with a reply of: Girls! We are going to leave
each of you a million dollars---in…Debt!
I laughed at that!
Hmm!
All these years later after I got done with my “financial” acumen---I just
might!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Read me a bedtime story?”
Memories!
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