Saturday, August 28, 2021
FOR THE LOVE OF BOOKS . . .
Marash Girl woke up this morning remembering Jimmy, the man who used to work in (or was the head of) the used book department at the Salvation Army Store on Boylston Street, Boston, all those many years ago.
Jimmy loved books so much that he actually had to move from the apartment he was renting in Boston, to an apartment twice the size in order to make room for the loves of his life . . . his books!
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Something else we have in common. We used to haunt thrift shops in Maine where we would be given a quarter and allowed to buy a book. There were such wonderful books there that often my mother would buy more for us. She also read aloud to us well beyond the age where I could read.
ReplyDeleteTo this day I love going to thrift shops or library book shops and find just what I was looking for. The other day in Bali I found a book I have been thinking about and hoping to find for ages: Death of a Salesman. Bethel, it could have been written yesterday and for anyone who wants to understand how to craft realistic dialogue, it is perfect.
I am sorry I never met your Jimmie. By the way, I have written a few pieces about thrift shops. My mother also said that everything we were able to buy used saved the world from having to make again.