As a kid growing up there were books in every room of the house. I mean you often had to move them just to use the bathroom. My dad had way more books then we had room. Honestly at the time I didn't get the concept of books. Then as an adult, well I read a few and all of the sudden I got it. My father and I don't have a lot in common, but our love of books is singular!
I have entire rooms in my house that are nothing but books. Hundreds and hundreds of them.
My dad outdid me. He has thousands of them.
When his father passed away he inherited a lot of money. He moved into the home my great-grandfather built and did what any book lover would do, he bought the house across the street to house said books. Let me say that again, he bought the house across the street for his books.
I've been saying for years in the Book Lover diaries I'd post pics. Well here they are. I have to admit it is hard to look at these pics cause I am somewhat OCD. Clutter hurts my head. When taking these pics I almost fell to the ground into a fetal position shaking. Must organize ......
He'd say it is "controlled clutter" :)!
Here is where you walk in.
Turn to the left.
Books.
Books.
More Books.
The day my father is not longer with us will suck big time. Of all the things he owns I'd like to have in my house, well this rolltop desk is at the top of the list.
Maybe the thing I love the most about this house, and he has a PhD in history, are all the manquiens. There are more I didn't capture. I mean how many people do you know that buy manquiens and dress them? Oh that kilt, well a family thing.
I honestly don't even know what the heck is going on here. Just a lot of stuff :).
On the above table I found this. He is writing a book on the military high school he went to. When he send out a notice he was doing this, somebody sent him this scrap book from the 40s.