My Mother’s Books
When I was a child, my mother owned just a few books that she had amassed during her girlhood and early adulthood. Having grown up during the Depression, neither she nor my father owned a lot of books despite being voracious readers. The public library was a godsend for them growing up, and that habit continued through their adult years. From her college years, there was her textbook from her class on the Romantic poets as well as the complete…
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