Packing books at my sister's house
many catch my eye
books about life
books that tell a story
books about books, language, quotes or words
poetry and the sharing of the love of books with children
I borrow a bagful for further inspection...
These are just a few...
edited by F. Lanier Graham
This one looks fun to check out (look at the Amazon pages for both the 1975 & 1979 versions). I thought many of you may get be interested. Just the drawings, artwork and charts caught my eye! And this quote gave me something to think on:
"I understand how scarlet can differ from crimson because I know that the smell of an orange is not the smell of a grapefruit. I can also conceive that colors have shades and guess what shades are. In smell and taste there are varieties not broad enough to be fundamental; so I call them shades...The force of association drives me to say that white is exalted and pure, green is exuberant, red suggests love or shame or strength. Without the color or its equivalent, life to me would be dark, barren, a vast blackness.
Thus through an inner law of completeness my thoughts are not permitted to remain colorless. It strains my mind to separate colors and sound from objects. Since my education began I have always had things described to me with their colors and sounds, by one with keen senses and a fine feeling for the significant. Therefore, I habitually think of things as colored and resonant. Habit accounts for part. The soul sense accounts for another part. The brain with its five-sensed construction asserts its right and accounts for the rest. Inclusive of all, the unity of the world demands that color be kept in it whether or not I have cognizance of it or not. Rather than be shut out, I take part in it by discussing it, happy in the happiness of those near to me who gaze at the lovely hues of the sunset or the rainbow.-Helen Keller
|Spring in February 2012|
Last night I started reading The Color of Water, which I think I will enjoy. I think next I will read my mom's original copy of Anne Frank The Diary of a Young Girl. I wonder, what was like to read this book at its first (American, in this case) printing in 1952. At the time of purchase, my mother would have been a young English teacher of 24 years of age. She had been married only two years. And she lived through this time, this war. In fact Anne Frank was only one year younger than my mom, so reading the book must have been something, as she could relate to Anne as her contemporary. I'm sure, although she was safe in America, that she also related as a Jew.
|Note my mother's signature in the upper left corner.|
"I hope I shall be able to confide in you completely, as I have never been bale to do in anyone before, and I hope that you will be a great support and comfort to me."
I'll let you know if I find any other treasures in the books I brought home. But, don't hold your breath, as I'm sure this will take me some time!!!
Thanks for stopping by pomegranate trail everyone...have a nice week!
All photos by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012