I recently had some of my father's books passed down to me. Not his
entire library (he was an avid reader) but a sampling of things it was thought
I would enjoy, because I inherited many of my interests from him.
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I'm guessing most people have a variety of interests. Some of these change
over time and some stay with us for our lifetime. We can pursue them through a
variety of means: magazines, clubs, internet content, borrowed books, etc. And
then there are the books we collect, the books that make up our personal
libraries.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate that these are print books. I've
always been a fan of real books. But when Kindle first came out, I got one. It
pushed the popularity of electronic books, so much so that technophiles were
saying that digital was the future of books and print books would soon
be obsolete.
I found my Kindle useful for fiction, and I liked the mobility. I could read a
book while standing in a long line at the grocery store. But for nonfiction
and research, I thought it left much to be desired. It boasted search and
note-taking features, but I found these time consuming to use and inconvenient to find things again. I especially missed being able to flip back and forth between passages on
several pages. And of course, the device was constantly nagging to be fed, and
it was fussy about format. The Kindle will only read mobi formatted books.
Other eReaders want different formats. Eventually my Kindle became outdated
and obsolete. At that point, all the books I had stored on it were lost to me.
That's pretty much when I abandoned digital books.
My dad's books are part of his legacy to me. They aren't just the outline of
his life, i.e. name, dates, places, and major events, rather they document the
person he was. A peek into his soul, so to speak. They are a sampling of the
things he was interested in, the things he cared about. He listed page numbers
in the fly-leafs, underlined passages that spoke to him, and made a few notes
in the margins.
A few of them were my grandparents' books: my grandmother's Gregg Shorthand (1916 revised edition), Applied Mathematics (1939 for a National Defense Training program my grandfather was enrolled in), Child's Christ Tales (1896, a Christmas gift to my 4-year-old grandmother from her mother), and Robert Louis Stevenson's Travels with a Donkey and An Inland Voyage (1916, signed by two of my grandfather's brothers).
All of these are precious to me. They give me a sense of belonging.
Rootedness. Groundedness. A sense of my personal heritage. They represent my father's legacy to me.
What legacy of books will I leave to my children? Gardening, homesteading,
permaculture, historical fiction, science fiction, biblical hermeneutics,
natural animal care, herbs, historical bibliographies, classical literature,
historical farming, traditional skills, DIY, cookbooks, nature identification,
food preservation, history, fiber and textile arts.
Do you have a book legacy to pass on to those behind you?