It is true, our nose cannot detect what our heart is moved by. When I open this yellowed book and bury my face into the pages I breathe in the scent of an abundance of words, history, and the center of my being calls out don’t let it go away.
An old yellow book — the feel of paper in my hands, and a treasured reference with soothing pages rather than a cold electronic box.
Will the children of our future understand the grounded warmth we feel when we walk into the library as it is today, and as it was yesterday?
Don’t let it go…don’t let it get away.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
– Charles William Eliot
The librarian says, “We cannot give these things (books) away.” I think we need to build libraries into our homes. What a rich place it is for someone to spend their time, away from television and computers, a place where we use our own imagination and free our brains. What do you think, is it possible?
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I cannot imagine life without a tangible ink on paper with covers on both sides and a spine book! Do I think your last thoughts are possible? Yes! I am instilling in my son a love of books and with it a love of learning, a thrill of adventure, a sense of history and a hope of a future that is filled with wonder and exploration. It all lies with us who have not grown up in the technology driven generation to remember and reinforce this priceless asset of dynamic proportions. And I’m doing my part.
I hope there are others like you, “doing their part”!