Two months ago, a friend of mine who works as a librarian at our local college posted a photo of an “RCA Victor Prevue” record on Facebook with the caption, “This morning the maintenance crew at the College discovered boxes of what appear to be old vinyl records. I need help figuring out who could take a look and tell me if there are any of value that the library should keep. Any idea who to call?” I may have responded enthusiastically.
Four filled shelves, each approximately three feet wide: I inherited these records from my father when he died in 2005. While I’ve never taken full inventory of how many I own, they contain so many classic gems that sometimes I can hardly believe that one can be so lucky.
It wasn’t until after I moved in with Mr. Dormouse that I realized I had become my mother and had married my father. Like my mom, I am a former English major–although our concentrations were different–and my husband is a philosophical minister in the same vein as my dad. This combination didn’t become readily apparent to me until we unpacked our personal libraries into our new apartment and joined them. Read More “You’re Gonna Need a Bigger Bookshelf…”