September 22, 2021
Ah yes, another reblog of another book that went by way of the Dodo bird, and by this I mean: Has gone extinct in my book collection, and by that I mean: I got rid of it in one of my infamous purges.
Interesting. I’ve said that about the last two reblogs, which says to me that sometime in mid-to-late 2019, I donated a dandy bunch o’ books to my fave thrift store.
I suspect I’d realized I couldn’t possibly fit all the books I have into the shelves I have… and therefore…. a cull was in order.
I wonder why certain books stayed, while others went bye-bye? Now, see, if I could figure that one out, I’d have a collection of books that include a few I’ve reblogged about recently… instead of lamenting the fact that they’re long-gone. Stephanie, I hardly knew ye! <<< You'll understand when you read the post. LOL
This was another of my thrift shop buys. Therefore, it has an inscription to Stephanie, with love from Mom: All dreams can come true. So dream BIG! I know they’ll happen for you.
As I so often do with books like this, my throat caught a little when I read it. I wonder what made Stephanie part with it? Does she realize that Mom believed in her dreams when (possibly) others did not? Did she casually toss the book in a box, not caring that one day, Mom will be gone? Did she save other books or cards written in Mom’s hand?
But there is a more sinister, underlying thought: Could it be that this book is simply a slice of potty? Ah, yes, begs…
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