vol. 13, num. 15 :: 2014.07.25 — 2014.09.04
Take an object of negligible value and attach a great-great-grandparent to it and you have an article of infinite value -- in some cases. On the things we hold dear, and the things that lose their luster between generations.
On the things we hold dear, and the things that lose their luster between generations.
Forget grandma’s brooch -- what do you do when you inherit a 27,000 square foot building?
Remembering grandma, and basic truths about our humanity.
More than just china handed down through the generations.
Horseshoes, house shoes and households, lost and found.
Could filling a roll-off be considered a spiritual discipline?
Pondering a summer fruit in the middle of winter.
An uneasy legacy tied together with the thread of a shared name.
Jennifer Strange writes about the unfolding of family culture.
Adam Beckman attempts to sort out the mystery of a house he and his friends broke into in the 1970s.
The more I read, the more I felt connected across time to other lives and deeper sympathies. I felt less isolated. I wasn’t floating on my little raft in the present; there were bridges that led over to solid ground. Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need. Literature is common ground. It is ground not managed wholly by commercial interests, nor can it be strip-mined like popular culture—exploit the new thing then move on. There’s a lot of talk about the tame world versus the wild world. It is not only a wild nature that we need as human beings; it is the untamed open space of our imaginations. Reading is where the wild things are.
Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Hat tip: David Dark
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