Packing for a move always brings you across old memories. This bookshelf is full of my daughters' old books. Sorry for the poor photo. We're a book reading family. Actually everybody but me is a voracious book reader. I read the occasional novel, but inhale magazines. I haven't even begun to pack those yet! Please tell me you understand! Actually, my HH passed on the book reading genes and I passed on the magazine devouring genes. My girls were doomed from the beginning.
This is what HH calls his "working" bookshelf. Yeah, it's working all right. Working to make me CRAZY! One shelf is mine. One.
This is my pretty bookshelf. Some books, more pretties. Among other things, it holds my husband's old toys, Papaw's old license plate, Great Grandpa's gameboard and smattering of my flower frog collection.
Now these are my kind of books! This does not include my cookbooks, knitting and gardening books. They're downstairs in a whole different bookshelf. It has yet to get packed. Probably tonight. Books are easy to pack, but HEAVY!
Then there are the beautiful old books that I get for a song at thrift stores.
I've been instructed to NEVER, EVER get rid of all these old children's books.
This Berenstain Bears' book has to be at least 23 years old.
I'll love you forever, such a good thing to tell your children.
I'm sure you have stashes of books you can't part with too. What was your favorite children's book?