Megsie

I have a bit of an obsession with the ocean, and my latest trip, despite being windy, rainy and cold was well worth it. Next time, though, I’m not wearing jeans. Wet and sandy are adjectives I’m happy to apply to the beach, but less-pleased when describing myself.

On the left is a religious book printed in 1889 entitled Livets Flod or, “River of Life”. On the right is an English-Swedish dictionary (or, Engelsk-Svensk Ordbok – Lit. “word book”) from 1909. Center, my favourite, is a leatherbound Psalmebok (Psalm book), printed in 1881 and given to Hans A. Nordby, the Viking’s grandmother’s father, when he was a little boy in 1886.

I have a few old books myself (some fairly close in age to these) but to know the history of these books, and know that they have been cherished and passed down for several generations makes me feel incredibly privileged. And, as a bonus, the Boy now knows how to keep me quietly enthralled for an hour or more when he is busy doing other things.

The Viking took this picture when we hiked up (part of) Mt. Rainier in August. Despite only having a Blackberry phone, despite having to deal with me insisting that he take just one more to make sure he got it right, and despite being a MAN, I think it’s very pretty and he did a good job. He will probably never read this, and so will not know that I approve. What a shame.