I LOVE old books. I collect old books. I read old books. Did I say I loved old books? I just finished perusing one that my Dad gave me the other day when he was cleaning out his book shelves called, "Tony's Scrapbook" by Tony Won. It is inscribed with, "To Hazel, From Eleanor". Hazel was my Dad's Mom and Eleanor was her cousin. In the foreword it says:
In this sixth edition of "Tony's Scrapbook" the reader will find poems and prose bits which out of thousands read on the air during the year 1933-34 were considered by listeners as best.
This little article was my favorite and goes along with my last Friday flashback about perspective.
Someone has dug up the records of the Lancaster, Ohio, school board back in 1828. In these records there is an account of a proposed debate as to whether railroads were practical or not. Permission was asked to hold the debate in the school house and the minutes of the school board ran as follows: "You are welcome to use the school room to debate all proper questions in, but such things as railroads and telegraph are impossibilities and rank infidelity. There is nothing in the word of God about them. If God had designed that his intelligent creatures should travel at the frightful speed of 15 miles per hour by steam, He would have foretold it through His holy prophets. It is a device of Satan to lead immortal souls down to Hell."
My Grandma Hazel
P.S.—if anyone has the time or inclination to tell me how to schedule posts ahead of time I would be eternally grateful!