Nana's Bookcase

When I was a little girl I spent a lot of time with my Nana. When I wasn't watching her cook or dusting the baseboards so she wouldn't have to bend down I would sit on the floor in front of this bookcase reading the books it contained. There was a bit of a mishmash on these four shelves but I read them all: Agatha Christie mysteries, nurse romances, Mickey Spillane crime novels, Irish fairy tales. But the one I remember best is The Search For Bridey Murphy, a 1950s blockbuster hit about reincarnation that scared the living daylights out of me.

My aunt remained in the apartment after Nana died but now that the time is coming for her to move to an assisted living situation she is trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to divest herself of some of her belongings. She asked me if there was anything I would like to have and without hesitation I asked for the little bookcase I had spent so much time beside in my childhood. It is now in the upstairs hallway of my home and holds just a few tiny select books - none of them about reincarnation.