My dad was a bookworm. So is my mom, and so am I.
Daddy was a big fan of the Half-Price Bookstore in Dallas and frequented Friends of the Library sales. He loved books; old, new, hardback, paperback, it didn’t matter. Sadly, he passed away in 2005.
Imagine my surprise when I received a message on facebook this afternoon from high school classmate Sarah Lepak. Sarah said that a friend of hers from her Kansas City days, who now lives in Nashville, was cleaning out her book stash and found one with a message about Claremore inside.
She sent me a photo. I couldn’t believe it when I saw my father’s name, my childhood address and phone number, and the name and number of my parents’ barbecue restaurant.
I don’t recall this particular book, and I have no idea who jotted down the info inside the cover. It’s not my dad’s handwriting.
Sarah’s friend, Emily Smith, has never lived in Oklahoma. She doesn’t remember where she got the book, but it certainly wasn’t in Claremore. Emily did a very nice thing and mailed the book to Sarah, so I can add it to my collection.
I’ll just chalk this up to a message from dear old dad that I’m reading too much chick lit these days and should probably revisit the classics.
Thank you, Emily, and thank you, Sarah.
Small town living at its finest, folks.
-by MCM Staffer Ashley,
who will curl up with
the Hundred Acre Wood
gang this winter