Robert Burns |
Apart for beautiful books in English ( or French - Ah ! The advantage of being able to read in several languages.... ) I also love to pick up Agatha Christie paperbacks ( or other books of interest ) which I would like to say I collect, but it is simply that paperbacks are the only books I feel safe carrying around in my handbag, or am generous enough to lend to people whom I know will not be able to bring them back.
There is an old adage that says ' Remember ABAB !', or ' Always Bring A Book !'.And paperbacks are the obvious solution for the traveler.
Once on such a treasure hunt at the Fretex ( Salvation army shop ) in Tønsberg I picked up this volume of the collected works of Robert Burns.
Now, the book itself is an 1930-1940 edition, nicely bound, biography, etc... but an interesting detail is the dedication on the front cover.
Then she has her address added at a later date in ball point pen in the the center of the page, but her name is changed to Irene Med Marthinnissen, and a new address in Norway.
But the interesting bit, is the little dedication that says:
' To wish you every happiness, April 1941
Jan '
1941 was the war, a volume of this quality would have been a very nice present.
Who are Jan and Irene ? Where they students, friends or lovers stuck in Scotland during the war year ? Irene must have loved this book as she took the time to upgrade her address, obviously after her marriage, hence the name change.
I guess we will never know, but it does make for some romantic speculation.....
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Robert Burns is known for his romantic poems, but from the reading I have been doing he was also a regular poetical rascal.
Here are two example of ' naughty ' mealtime graces.
GRACE AFTER MEAT
Lord, we thank, and Thee adore,
For temporal gifts we little merit ;
At present we will ask no more -
Let William Hislop give the spirit.
GRACE BEFORE AND AFTER MEAT
O Lord, when hunger pinches sore,
Do Thou stand us in stead,
And send us, from Thy bounteous store,
A tup or wether heads ! Amen.
O Lord, since we have feasted thus,
Which we so little mreit,
Let Meg now take away the flesh,
And Jock bring in the spirit ! Amen.
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