Books Don’t Need Batteries part 2
We were heading to a small town sidewalk sale that was around 25 miles away. The shortest distance to go there was over the “mountain road.” My friend was driving and not 1/4 mile up the first hill there was a man waving his hands at us to stop. Of course we did and he proceeded to tell us how his car, that we had seen at the bottom of the hill, had a hole in the gas tank. He had abandoned it and decided to try and walk the uphill trip back home. We decided to drive him all the way up his dirt driveway 1 1/2 miles. What an amazing place it was. That was just the beginning of my fairytale book day.
He told us he was a sculpter, and around the property we could see his rock, wood and metal work. I was not sure if I was on the top of the world and a cinnabar colored spaceship had just landed. It was a trip. I found out later when I Googled the man that he was a well known philanthropist and artist and his wife is an author of note. They live in an amazing place,we parted ways with a smile and a handshake. My first book connection of the day.
When we got to the town our first stop was the town Library which was having a bag sale. Fill up a bag and pay one dollar for books. Right away I saw “my “books. The ones from the library I had worked at and built up that the Administration had closed to make room for offices.The post I shared with the “Books Don’t Need Batteries” title. I was elated and sick to my stomach all at the same time. Now I also had proof that the brand new and nearly new books from our Occupational Center Library had been thrown in the Town Dump. The very same ones that had been rescued by a dump picker, were now here, being sold at a $1.00 bag sale. My friend filled up a bag, as did I. Their protective plastic covers still in place. Their labels still afixed. They now sit in my living space, and I will donate them. In fact maybe the man we met with the spaceship landing spot would like them for the orphanage he runs in Zimbabwe, I really want to drive back up there and show my husband his rock walls,since he is a builder as well.
The fair and sales were filled with so many finds, I had not the strength or room to buy all that I would have liked. I came home with a Vintage Robert Burns book of poetry and Robert Frost Collection along with two vintage gardening books.
Later on that evening we saw an spectacular fireworks show at someone ‘s house high in the hills. The perfect ending of a very magical and fortuitous day.