Everyone has a birth day which we look forward to then at some age we meet it with angst and then in wonder, that we are still here. I’m in that last stage and only days away. I’m amazed that I’m still here. So celebrate I must. Ignoring this one? NOT ! Perhaps next years I will ignore my birthday.. So I’m making the most of it. via making re-gifting Chic. I owe so much to so many and thank you”s go only so far. I’ve been purchasing books for quite some time knowing that I have and will be unveiling my Free Little Library someday soon. The day has arrived it will be tomorrow between the hours of 1-3. All the books have been gift wrapped and waiting. Friends have added to this treasure trove. My request was a new children”s book gift wrapped. and so they arrived. (HINT World Thrift up on 21st and Dixie has new books at the most reasonable prices. and they are NEW !) The books will be given to all the kids in my neighborhood who show up at my Ice Cream Social tomorrow 1-3 p.m. and hopefully some adults will stick around to help the kids write their names into their very own brand new book something to keep forever. Only yesterday, I met with someone who showed me a book of Poetry that was inscribed by his mother in 1967 and he still cherishes it. Now my Little Free Library will have an ongoing surprise of used books but for this one occasion they will all be new.
The Back story of my Little Free Library. Several years ago a friend named Karla spoke of a Little Free Library that was in her former home town. I just loved the idea , but how to get this done. I’m no carpenter. Go to someone who is self sufficient.or perish. I approached the Lake Worth Sailing Club, met with Ted Johnson and Dean Sherwin( RIP). They loved they idea and we got together at Dean”s home for lunch and planned our Libraries this was in Feb 10, 2015 We each had our own idea of what it would look like
We did a bit of dumpster diving for materials. Dean’s was completed first and is a replica of his house. then Ted got his done and if I remember it was made of a hope chest. Mine I repurposed from my husbands dresses so I would always have something of his and he was such an avid reader besides being a great artist.