Vintage

When I was about 10 years old I was given a few boxes of old books.  These were books that belonged to my dad’s side of the family – his parents, aunts, cousins, etc.

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I was in heaven.  Two of my passions: books and history, together.

Those books followed me around during my growing up years. I read them, loved them, tried to imagine the lives of the people who read them before me.

Some have names inscribed.   Ellis Van Gilder.  My Grandpa.

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Lorena. 1948. My great aunt (Ellis’ sister). But who is Grandma Van? I’m assuming that is my grandpa’s grandma, but I don’t even know her name. Thanks for the book though, Great Great Grandma. It’s still in the family.
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Betty Ellis. Theora Ellis was my great grandmother, but who is Betty?

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Ahhh, the beginning of my love affair with old westerns. Louis L’amour will always be my favorite, but Zane Grey started it all.

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I really heart books.

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  1. great post! I had no idea those books meant that much…

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