I’m back, way back. I’m sharing a favourite post from July 2012 today since my old Macbook packed it in on Saturday, I’ve only just got up and running on my brand new laptop. If this gives you pause for thought about when you last did a backup, you are not alone. I know it did me. My last external backup was months ago. Luckily my Apple Genius was able to transfer all my old files, even photo’s. I was so relieved, and really impressed with the service. Bravo Apple! Leaving nothing to chance, I plan to backup all my photo’s on a weekly basis now. All’s well that end’s well. I wonder who first said that? I’m sure one of you might know. Please enjoy this oldie but goodie….I missed you xoK
A Charitable Read
Do you have masses of books tucked into nooks and crannies throughout the house? I really do, and can’t seem to resist a few more. At least these were bought for a good cause. Meals On Wheels collected used books to be re sold for a donation. I thought that was very clever of them. I tend to like the ones with old faded covers. It’s the paper inside that’s so irresistible, all worn and speckled with age spots (or have I just caught my reflection in a mirror, ha).
Here’s the treasure I came home with. “A Campfire Girls Happiness” is for a best friend…shhhhh! I’ve enjoyed many, many campfires at the lake with her and her friendship has brought immense happiness to my life. Look at the darling illustration up front. It appears to have been printed in 1940, as part of a series. Oh O, sounds like a challenge to me.
Then there’s “The Queen’s Physician” printed in New York in 1948. That’s so grand. Spoiler alert, here’s how it ends on page 405:
A Stormy night. And today I have been up on deck. The hull of our vessel is shuddering under the high seas. But at any rate it is morning and England is not too far away. It is morning everywhere, morning even in myself. Even in the mighty flow of history, roiled though it may be just now by catastrophes. A storm is buffeting the whole world, but still it is morning. For this reason I welcome it. My ship is good. My heart is firm.
Good heavens, how mysterious! What could that be all about. I can picture some young women, smartly dressed, reading this intently while riding a bus to her new job in Manhattan while across the aisle a snazzy fellow in a fedora is amused by the concentration she displays on a perfectly penciled brow as she finally reads “my heart is firm”.
Oops, back to reality. I’m very curious now, perhaps I should make a cup of tea and settle in for a charitable read.