I pulled over to check out an estate sale the other day, and bought a few things for super cheap: a solid pewter stein for my Renaissance Faire costume, a few pieces of silver, and an old book. The book had an ownership label on the inside cover with a Latin phrase on it. Turns out this book once belonged to Basil Gordon of Clan Gordon, the second oldest clan in Scotland.
So I found them online and emailed them about the book, offering to bring it with me on my travels to Edinburgh, and maybe pass it off to them there. I heard back promptly (they have no interest in the book), but the member of the clan I’m in contact with (Kevin Gordon) was very nice, and said he was here in the states. I wonder where he is…
I went back and got a little silver baby cup for my mom (she collects them), and some more old books, one of which has a copy on Ebay for $125.
I love old books. As a kid, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I would get up and set next to the bookshelf in the computer room, and just pore through the old books my folks had. Their age, the way they smelled, the strange little stories they told were so soothing.