OUR LIBRARY
In the bookcase in our entryway there are various
sections. One of the four sections has books on medical advice; another section
is on the books written by and about members of our family, national magazines
with articles about our artist daughter and a catalogue of paintings in an art
museum done by a famous brother. I showed these precious items to our grandson,
who was overwhelmed by his renowned uncles and aunts. My cookbook plus the
printed version of my first year of blogs and my husband’s book “Seeking” are
in another bookcase.
However, the most interesting section of the bookcase is
what our granddaughter found on Christmas Eve, our collection of very old books
some of which had belonged to my Mother and my Mother-in-law.
There are six books in all. Victoria became enamored with
my personal favorite “Safe Counsel or Practical Eugenics” from 1928 written by
several doctors and with special drawings. Every chapter is advice to the
modern woman such as How to be a Good Wife, Childbearing without Pain, Other
Sex Disorders and Perversions and detailing what makes a woman a “slut” such as
wearing too much makeup. Vickie spent a great deal of time giggling at all the
hilarious advice.
In the meantime, Kevin sat on the floor reading to us
from the 1923 book “Toasts and Anecdotes for All Occasions”. He also took phone
pictures of his favorites, maybe to use at a very elegant event in New York
City.
My daughter-in-law was reading “The
Book of Etiquette” by Lillian Eicher dated 1924. Others in the old books
section were a novel “Charles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon” dated 1894 with very
fragile pages and “Writing Magazine Fiction” dated 1948 belonged to my husband.
My other personal
favorite “800 Proved Pecan Recipes, (their place in the menu)” was published in
1925. This was my mother’s only cookbook compiled by 5,083 housewives for the
Keystone Pecan Research Laboratory. It was actually very useful because you
could leave out the pecans when using most of the recipes. The cover is worn
and the pages discolored but it contains recipes written on some of the pages
in my mother’s own handwriting. Born in 1906, she would be 107 years old this
July. It’s remarkable to know that all of my children and six of my
grandchildren actually knew her. She was 96 when she died.
Your mother owned precisely one more cookbook than Rich's mom. Was his mom such a good cook that she didn't need one? Hardly! She knew how to cook only a handful of things. Rich said his relatives used to joke that they always had roasted chicken when they visited his family. I think that's about all I ever had there too, though I suppose we had turkey when we visited at Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteHere's a toast to your literary collection...especially the wonderful blogs you continue to write today!
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