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TRAVEL DOWN A MEMORY LANE OF BOOKS

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Facebook has Throwback Thursday and often Facebook Friends post items with the question: Who remembers this? Books from an earlier time in our reading lives may take us down memory lane. Sometimes rereading is even in order.

Here’s some oldies I found at my house. They reminded me of all sorts of things, mostly hours of pleasure. There’s a joy to being in another world.

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The Man Without A Country by Edward Everett Hale.
This allegorical story delivers lessons on the value of patriotism. It first appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in December 1863, but the story takes place some fifty years earlier. My father considered it required reading. Pictured is a 1910 edition handed down in our family.

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Drums Along the Mohawk by Walter D. Edmonds
The pioneers of the Mohawk Valley during the Revolutionary War struggled with nearly unendurable hardships. I believe this novel was first published in 1936 before most of us were born. My copy was picked up a number of years ago at an antique show on the west side of Michigan. It’s a splendid historical novel, one of my all time favorites. Is there a better frontier story? Name me one.

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Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates by Mary Mapes Dodge
I knew joy and excitement when I read this book. It always seemed so interesting. My copy, an inexpensive one handed down in our family, is nearly unreadable. A better edition is available at any library. Will I read it again?

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Green Grass of Wyoming by Mary O’Hara
This third book of her trilogy that began with My Friend Flicka, was an all time favorite for me as a young teen. I have always thought of Wyoming as a romantic place. Horses and young love are an unforgettable combination. My copy was bought at a Marshalltown antiques auction, owned first by someone named Alvena Woehlk , whom I did not know, from Garwin Iowa. It has seen better days, but I hate to part with it.

Teenie Weenie Days Written and Illustrated by William Donahey

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This one might have been my first book love. I think there were several books, a series. I read each one many times. I loved the world of the Teenie Weenies and the community they created. Today in fiction and poetry I write about a community of Scotch immigrants in Iowa one hundred and fifty years ago and I spend time thinking about community, what constitutes community and how might a writer best convey the aspects of community to readers.

AND SO IT IS WE LOVE TO READ…..
REMEMBER SOME OF YOUR FIRST BOOK LOVES.

Let us know what titles from earlier times tug at the corners of your memory. Please comment and share some of your early book loves.