Showing posts with label grandparents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grandparents. Show all posts

Monday, December 18, 2017

Brer Rabbit and Jump, Frog, Jump

Walt Disney Presents The Story of Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby 1971
Jump, Frog, Jump! by Robert Kalan pictures by Byron Barton 1981
Weight: 3 oz
Method of Disposal: Donating


These two are books that my grandparents read to me.  They were not the ones I had them read to me again and again.  I am not yet ready to pass on "Kittens," which I grew up believing was entitled "Kitty Cats are Like That" or "Puppies."  Those two books I will be taking with me to the new house.  I wonder how many moves they have been through!

I was reading these two one more time before I let them go and found this relic from my teenage-dom:
That made me happy :)  I may just take Mulder on the move too!

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Krazy Kat

Krazy Kat and the Art of George Herriman: A Celebration  by Craig Yoe
2011
Weight: 2.8 lbs
Method of Disposal: Donating


My grandmother passed this book onto me after we had realized a mutual love of graphic novels.  She said she grew up with Krazy Kat, and I was interested right away.  My grandmother has had a very interesting life with a lot of sadness but also a lot of strength.  She grew up in what was then called an orphanage (for real) and when she got out, as an adult, she had barely anything to her name.  She had a puppet and so still has a lifelong fascination with them.

I love when she tells me about her life and when she passes on things to me that mean something to her.  It makes me feel important, but it also makes me feel closer to her.  I felt so distant most of my childhood.  I know it seems strange that I would let go of Krazy Kat when it means so much to me, but it makes sense to pass it on, like my grandma passed it on to me.  

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Omnibus of Crime

The Omnibus of Crime  by Dorothy L. Sayers
1929
Weight: 2 lbs
Method of Disposal: Leaving at Starbucks in Alpharetta




This book might be a good book in its own right, but the reason I am smitten with it is because of the old book smell mingled with patchouli. Seriously, I could fall asleep on this book every night and not need a pillow. I believe this book was handed down to me by my grandmother. It would have come with dozens of others. She reads even more than I do and then passes them onto me, which is wonderful but also makes the Dismantled project very difficult. If it weren’t for the move I would probably try to hold onto this book for another few months to a year just because of the spent alone. Thank you Grandma!