We've shifted to the digital age without looking back. It's done. I get it. However, memory serves us rightly: why not look at the technology that served us for hundreds of years and come to an affectionate understanding of things?
The Desk Reference of yesteryear was a must. Books were, at one time, a commodity. Most of the middle class, and very few of the poor, had more than a single bookshelf in their homes. That is why libraries proliferated after the Depression - they were simply necessary for those that were not part of the elite. Democracy was available from the Public Library.
And - the home had its own bit of democratic knowledge. There was always a bible, a dictionary and a family cookbook. That was the world.
And, as I flip through this poorly kept Dictionary, as best as my dad I kept it, the glue has dried and cracked. The binding is falling apart. The pages are intact however.
A jackal squares off with a jaguar across a lake of memories, or a portal to another place. |
The world was truly here. What is a hauberk and what does it look like? What is a plebiscite and what power do they hold? Who knew that a pincer can also be called a chela?
The Dictionary is available. It was your Internet. It would expand your understanding and nuances of The New Yorker, or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, or The Doors.
There is a section from "J" that has an unprecise square cut out from it. It was something woefully important, I'm sure.
My earliest scribbles as a child. I know them well. I didn't have access to paper so I have several scribble where I could. Was paper a commodity in the seventies? Come on! |
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