I love the past. I trained as a church historian in part because of that love. The past is full of vivid surprises if you can tolerate the dust.
My favorite old things (besides teaspoons) are children’s books. Maybe it’s the way they were published at such a high standard, meant to be cherished by cherished littles.
The warm lignin burning away the pages in my hands brightens the saturated colors in the illustrations.
I’m convinced that the books mean what they say, and they fully intend to shape my imagination when I open them.
I especially like when they serve tea.
How about you? Do you like old books? What’s your favorite old thing?