I had an hour to kill between meetings today so I decided to
stop by our local flea market. It has been years since I have been to one!
This one is held every weekend and sells everything from
tools to chickens. I was ambling down the rows of vendors, just fellow Americans
selling their wares. I admit, I passed by most of the items without a glance.
I have no need for baby items, or hardware. Then I saw it!
A
book vendor! And it hit me, everything was important to someone. The items I
thought were useless to me, at one time had some meaning and purpose in life to
someone else. And they would again, brighten someone’s day. They just sat
waiting for the right person to stroll by and take them home.
But Books are my life! I have always had a fondness for
books. Being very ill when I was young, I spent many, many days lying around
reading. I didn’t have the breath to do much more.
But through books I met my best friend, Trixie Belden. And every
time I enter a bookstore I look for her. Of course I have the entire series and
doubles and triples of some. But I still look. I would hate for Trixie to be
left on a dusty shelf with strangers.
So I was rummaging through stacks of old children’s books. That’s what you gotta do, you can’t just
LOOK. You have to dig to find treasure! So I moved books here and there,
Lassie, the Hardy Boys, but no Trixie.
Although I was disappointed, I did come away with one
treasure, The Rifleman. I didn’t even know they HAD books on the old western! I
am off to cowboy world next week so I’ll take him with me.
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I have always loved going to yard sales, thrift stores, and
flea markets. You never know what you will find, but you need to slow down and
take a look. Maybe you’ll run across an old friend who has been waiting for
you.
