Being a lover of stories I got to keep some old books from my grandparent's place. Two had my grandfather's name, two had my grandma's name, and one had my father's name written in the front cover.
One book titled "Silver Wings" by Grace Livingston Hill tugged on my memory. I remember reading this book as a child but what I realized just now this was the very copy I had read. It brings back memories, spatial memories. I remember grandparent's mobile home. I remember the lay out. I remember the items that decorated the place. I remember their presence. I remember this book there ... (funny how I travel back to the homes they had .. remembering certain things...)
The book represents a friendly cocoon. I remember everything else around me fade as this book world filled my mind. I cannot remember the story but little pieces are there like the pilot's silver wings pin and something about upstairs bedroom...
I do believe this was the first book by Grace Livingston Hill I read and it began my thirst for her other books. These books are written in the same form so after a while you move on. Girl in trouble living alone meets a guy that chooses her and her life changes for the better. A girlish book with my grandfather's name written there. Did he read it? Who gave him the book? He was closer to that time, what did it mean to
him?
The season of Thanksgiving and Christmas always fills me with the urgency of gathering home, lights, and love around me like a tucking in a warm blanket. I am going to take time out to read this book again and travel back to my old memories... Revisit old paths ..
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