Author: jslco529

  • The Trip of a Lifetime

    The Trip of a Lifetime

    Four on A Tour in England

    by Robert & Elizabeth Shackleton

    The moment I saw it, I had to have it. The deep green cover and the shimmering gold leaf image and lettering that is barely dimmed by the passage of time immediately caught my eye. Written and published in 1914 (a time period that fascinates me), this book’s cover image of a touring car has captured, in my imagination, our fortunate four American friends in mid journey. The brass headlamps shining as it motors along on an English country road. In the background is a turreted castle nestled among tall trees. It is a moment frozen in time. The details are rendered with precision, from the folds in the travelers’ coats to the branches of the trees. This isn’t just a book – it’s a work of art about a long ago road trip through the heart of Great Britain.

    Opening this book is stepping into history. What makes it even more precious to me is the simple handwritten inscription on the flyleaf: “D.H. Ball from Millie Conklin, Dec 25-1915”. Just over a year after its publication, this book was wrapped and put under a Christmas tree. What a splendid gift! I wonder, did the recipient of this beautiful book look forward to his own journey in England, or was he content to let the Shackletons carry him away with the written word?

    The frontispiece is a very well preserved beautifully illustrated map of the British Isles in faded tones of blue, green and red. In small print are the names of towns and villages that conjure up ancient stones, misty moors, and quaint inns: Lands End, Bath, Tunbridge Wells. I trace the routes with my finger, close my eyes, and imagine myself to be sitting in the back seat bouncing along the early 20th century roads with four friends. No GPS, no clogged highways, no hurry to make it to the next stop. A journey that is about observing and learning.

    Before August 4, 1914

    It’s impossible for me to read this book without feeling the heaviness of what was to come. I want to take our travelers aside and tell them to enjoy every precious moment for their world will soon change. In the early summer of 1914 the England in these pages comes across as unspoiled and quiet. The country seems to be suspended in a golden haze blissfully unaware that the “Great War” will soon be knocking at its door. The young men who are now working in the fields, but taking time to wave at the passing touring car, will soon be in the battlefield trenches waving their rifles and longing to be home. But all of that is yet to come. This motor journey is about enjoying the peaceful British countryside. A countryside where automobiles are still a novelty and the dirt roads are decent but not the best. Scattered throughout the book are black and white photographs that are like postcards to home. It is like sharing a cherished family photo album; I love each and every photo. It is a scrapbook of a vanished world. Stone bridges over calm rivers, twisted lanes dotted with thatched roof cottages, towering cathedral spires, crumbling ruins. These photos were taken deliberately and with care, capturing moments that became cherished memories. To ride in that automobile in the early summer days of 1914 would be a dream. No radio, no GPS, no traffic jams. My mother’s family would still be living in Sussex so I would definitely have to make a side trip. What a joy to do it with these four travelers and listen to their friendly chatter while anticipating the promise of the next village around the bend.

    There is not enough room here to mention all of the sites that the Shackletons and their friends visited. I daresay that the majority remain today. I will be going back to England this Autumn and intend on following up a few of their favorites. The Shackletons’ writing style is easy and friendly; I have no idea if it is a true collaboration between husband and wife or if Elizabeth was content to let him take the lead. We must remember that the world was quite different in 1914 than it is today in every way imaginable. One thing that has not changed is the spirit of all adventurous people who are willing to travel and spend time to not just drive or fly by , but to stop and experience both the land and those who call it home.

    Your Turn: Have any exciting travel plans or have you been on a trip that you’ll always remember? When you travel do you keep a travelogue or journal? I’d love to hear from you.

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    2 responses to “The Trip of a Lifetime”

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      Thank you, Juel, for that brief trip through the backroads of England over 100 years ago! It would have been an immense pleasure to take in those sights and take part in what I imagine would have been civil and engaging conversations. You have described a world that so many of us long to experience, and still can when we open the pages of a book. I wonder how many copies of “Four On A Tour In England” are still out there collecting dust?

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        Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m glad you enjoyed my post and hope you’ll continue to comment on future postings.
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      Thank you, Juel, for that brief trip through the backroads of England over 100 years ago! It would have been an immense pleasure to take in those sights and take part in what I imagine would have been civil and engaging conversations. You have described a world that so many of us long to experience, and still can when we open the pages of a book. I wonder how many copies of “Four On A Tour In England” are still out there collecting dust?

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        Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m glad you enjoyed my post and hope you’ll continue to comment on future postings.
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  • Steadfast in the Shadows

    Steadfast in the Shadows

    Corrie ten Boom’s Leadership

    In Larry Loftis’ stirring biography, The Watchmaker’s Daughter“, the life of Corrie ten Boom is revealed in all its quiet strength, moral clarity, and unshakable faith. While the title pays tribute to her family trade—watchmaking—it’s Corrie’s role as a spiritual and faithful timekeeper for those around her during one of history’s darkest chapters that forms the heart of this extraordinary story. Far more than just another tale of wartime heroism, Loftis’s work paints a vivid portrait of leadership forged not in boardrooms or on battlefields, but in hidden rooms, crowded prison cells, and the bleak barracks of Nazi concentration camps.

    At its core, The Watchmaker’s Daughter is the true story of the kind of leadership that endures suffering, stands tall in the face of evil, and sees hope where none seems possible. Corrie ten Boom, an unassuming Dutch Christian woman in her fifties at the start of World War II, rises to become an unlikely but undeniable leader. She doesn’t command armies or lead revolts, but she prays for and is given the strength to lead many through terrifying times with courage, compassion, and clarity.

    The Context of Courage

    Corrie was born in 1892 into a loving and devout family in Haarlem, Netherlands. The ten Booms were well-known for their Christian faith, humility, and dedication to service. Her father, Casper ten Boom, a gentle and principled watchmaker, operated the family business while instilling a deep sense of justice and faith in his children. This moral compass would later guide Corrie through unimaginable trials.

    When the Nazis invaded the Netherlands in 1940, the ten Boom family quietly joined the Dutch Resistance, hiding Jews in their home behind a false wall in Corrie’s bedroom. Known as “The Hiding Place,” this secret room saved many lives but eventually led to the family’s arrest in 1944. Corrie, then in her early 50s, was imprisoned along with her sister Betsie and father, who would die shortly after their arrest. Corrie and Betsie were sent to Ravensbrück, the notorious women’s concentration camp in Germany.

    It is within this nightmarish setting that Corrie’s leadership shines most brilliantly.

    Leadership Without a Title

    Corrie ten Boom never sought a leadership position. She was not trained in diplomacy, military strategy, or political activism. Yet within the walls of Ravensbrück, she emerged as a beacon of calm, conviction, and comfort. Leadership, in Corrie’s case, did not spring out of a desire for control or power-it was a result of her steadfast belief in and allegiance to God.

    In “The Watchmaker’s Daughter,” Loftis emphasizes how Corrie naturally became a spiritual guide to the other women imprisoned with her. She smuggled in a Bible—an act of extraordinary courage—and read from it daily, translating the Word into multiple languages to reach prisoners from various nations. Her barracks, though overcrowded and filthy, became a sanctuary of sorts. Women gathered each night, not just for Scripture, but for strength, for stillness, and for solidarity.

    Corrie’s leadership in Ravensbrück was marked by quiet, consistent acts of service. She offered words of hope when despair was overwhelming. She helped care for the sick even when she herself was weak. She gave away her scarce food rations to others more in need. These small sacrifices accumulated into something larger than survival—they became a lifeline for those around her.

    The Strength of Servant Leadership

    Loftis skillfully reveals how Corrie embodied the principles of servant leadership, decades before the term gained a foothold in modern organizational theory. She put others first, not out of duty, but out of a deep-seated love for her fellow human beings and devotion to Christ. She didn’t seek followers; she offered fellowship.

    When Betsie became increasingly frail, Corrie assumed the role of caregiver. But beyond physical care, Corrie fed Betsie’s spirit and refused to let cruelty strip her sister of dignity. Their bond, rooted in shared faith and family devotion, became a mutual source of strength. When Betsie envisioned using their home after the war to rehabilitate both victims and former oppressors, Corrie took that vision as a sacred calling. Betsie may have died in Ravensbrück, but her dreams would live on through Corrie’s mission after the war—a testament to Corrie’s leadership not only in action but in legacy.

    Leading Through Faith, Not Fear

    Loftis does not shy away from describing the brutal realities of the concentration camps—starvation, disease, sadism, and the constant threat of death. Yet, amid the horror, Corrie ten Boom remained remarkably composed. Her courage was not an absence of fear but a refusal to be governed by it.

    Faith was her bedrock. Loftis carefully draws upon Corrie’s own words, often quoting from her postwar memoir The Hiding Place, to illustrate how she relied on prayer, Scripture, and a deep trust in God’s providence. This was not naïve optimism; it was battle-tested belief.

    Her leadership was pastoral, often invisible but deeply felt. She helped others see beyond the barbed wire, reminding them that their identities were not defined by the numbers tattooed on their arms or the rags they wore, but by their innate worth as children of God. She offered not just hope, but identity in a system designed to erase it.

    Behind Barbed Wire

    One of the more compelling aspects of Loftis’s portrayal of Corrie is her unwavering spiritual strength. In conditions where most would become numb or embittered, Corrie maintained empathy. She understood when someone needed silence instead of sermonizing. She knew how to offer comfort without condescension. Her ability to listen—truly listen—to the fears and pain of others helped her connect, even with those she barely knew.

    When new prisoners arrived, Corrie greeted them gently. She helped orient them, find a corner of bedding, and offered what little she had. In a place where everyone was stripped of personal power, Corrie managed to restore a sense of dignity through human connection.

    She also learned to temper her words—speaking truth but doing so with kindness ( not an easy task even in the best of times). When despair grew too thick, she didn’t sugarcoat reality but pointed people toward the eternal rather than the immediate. This delicate balance of realism and reassurance is one of the hallmarks of great leadership, especially in crisis.

    A Legacy of Forgiveness

    Perhaps the most radical expression of Corrie ten Boom’s leadership came after the war. Returning to the Netherlands alone—her father and sister both gone—she could have chosen silence or bitterness. Instead, she chose reconciliation.

    Loftis devotes ample attention to Corrie’s postwar mission: turning her home into a refuge for survivors, speaking globally on the power of forgiveness, and even embracing a former Ravensbrück guard who came seeking her pardon. That moment—Corrie extending her hand to forgive a man who had been complicit in her suffering—is not just a personal act of grace, but a defining moment of moral leadership. It defies logic. It transcends justice. It embodies a kind of holy defiance: the refusal to let hatred have the final word.

    Why Corrie’s Leadership Matters Today

    In today’s world that is saturated with leadership seminars, bestsellers that attempt to be motivational, and self-appointed gurus, Corrie ten Boom’s example reminds us of a quieter stronger path. She didn’t build a brand or launch a movement. She simply responded to need with love, injustice with prayerful action, and cruelty with compassion.

    Loftis writes not just to inform but to inspire. The Watchmaker’s Daughter is thoroughly researched and richly detailed, but its greatest achievement is drawing us close to Corrie’s heart. We see her not as a saint, but as a real woman—at times uncertain, weary, even doubting—but never broken. Her life encourages us to ask: How do I lead when the lights go out? Who do I become when the world unravels?

    The story also challenges the notion that leadership is the domain of the young or the charismatic. Corrie was a middle-aged, unmarried woman with no formal education in theology or politics. And yet, she led. She led people through hell and offered them a glimpse of heaven.

    Final Reflections

    In “The Watchmaker’s Daughter“, Larry Loftis gives us more than a biography—he gives us a mirror. In Corrie’s life, we see what ordinary people can do when guided by extraordinary conviction. Her resilience, resourcefulness, and radical forgiveness make her not only a hero of history but a model for anyone seeking to lead with integrity and heart.

    Her leadership did not come from position or privilege but from deep inner clarity. She led because love compelled her. She endured because faith sustained her. And she forgave because God’s Grace transformed her.

    Corrie ten Boom was not a commander of armies or a holder of high office. She was the watchmaker’s daughter. But when time stopped for so many during the Holocaust, Corrie quietly wound the clock of hope, one tick of courage at a time.

    A Call to Action

    If Corrie ten Boom’s story moved you as it did me, consider this: leadership is not about titles or power—it’s about presence, courage, and compassion in the face of darkness. Let her legacy inspire you to lead in your own circle, however small, with integrity and heart.


    “Whoever would be great among you must be your servant, and whoever would be first among you must be your slave, even as the Son of Man came not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”
    — Matthew 20:26–28 (ESV)

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  • Through the Tollbooth and Into Retirement

    Through the Tollbooth and Into Retirement

    Fiction and the Power of Words

    Every now and then, I stumble across a story that feels like a wink from the universe—a tale that plays with words, dances through logic, and reminds me to laugh at life’s oddities. Whimsical fiction offers this gentle delight. It’s clever without being cynical, profound without being ponderous. At its best, it speaks to the childlike curiosity that, oddly enough, is more alive in me today than when I was a child.

    Whimsical fiction is often misjudged as mere fluff, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. These books are gateways—offering not escape from reality, but a different lens through which to view it. They play with absurdity and exaggeration to point out our very real human foibles. Through gentle humor and unexpected twists, they invite us to see familiar things in unfamiliar ways. A talking dog may teach responsibility better than a lecture. I know I’d sit up and pay attention! A world made of puns might show the value of precision.

    One timeless and brilliantly whimsical book is Norton Juster’s, “The Phantom Tollbooth”. Published in 1961, it remains a literary gem that enchants both children and adults. Its charm lies in its rich wordplay, fantastical settings, and clever commentary on education, curiosity, and the importance of words. At the center of the story is Milo, a bored, lethargic boy who is gifted a mysterious tollbooth and embarks on a magical journey to the Lands Beyond. There, he meets characters such as Tock the watchdog (who actually has a clock embedded in his body), the Whether Man (who doesn’t know whether it will rain or shine), and King Azaz, ruler of the Kingdom of Letters.

    The brilliance of “The Phantom Tollbooth” lies not just in its surreal whimsy, but in its celebration of knowledge and language. The book is a love letter to words—and a powerful reminder that the right words matter. Milo learns that choosing his words carefully can change the course of events. He discovers that vague, careless language often leads to confusion, misunderstandings, or, in the world of the book, literal chaos. In a scene where he visits the Island of Conclusions (which one can only reach by jumping), the moral is plain: people leap to conclusions far too often without thought or reasoning. Admit it, we are all guilty of this at one time or another.

    Through its delightful metaphors and wordplay, Juster creates an allegorical map of how we think, speak, and learn. Words in “The Phantom Tollbooth” aren’t just tools—they’re treasures. They’re weighed, debated, flung in arguments, and lovingly defended. The story’s central conflict—a battle between the warring kingdoms of Letters and Numbers—highlights our tendency to pit logic against imagination, structure against story. It is only through the return of the princesses, Rhyme and Reason, that harmony is restored.

    Language Matters—Now More Than Ever

    The novel’s message feels especially urgent today. In a world flooded with sound bites, scrolling feeds, and knee-jerk reactions, our use of language has become increasingly casual. Texts are abbreviated. Social media encourages speed over substance. Civil discourse gives way to mocking irreverence, sarcasm, and sensationalism. Words are often wielded like blunt instruments instead of sculpted tools.

    The Phantom Tollbooth” reminds us that words have weight. That communication isn’t just about speaking, but about meaning. A well-chosen phrase can build a bridge; a lazy one can burn it down. The book quietly suggests that to misuse language is to misuse thought—that sloppy language leads to sloppy thinking. As Milo journeys from Dictionopolis to Digitopolis and back again, he isn’t just growing up—he’s learning how to think clearly, speak intentionally, and listen meaningfully. ( Milo would have benefitted from Toastmasters International Org. )

    In today’s world, where misinformation spreads faster than spilt milk and nuance is often sacrificed for viral appeal, whimsical fiction like Juster’s becomes not just entertaining, but essential. It teaches us, without ever preaching, that language shapes how we understand the world and each other. That the right word, delivered kindly, can change a day—or a life.

    The Joy of Wordplay

    What makes whimsical fiction so refreshing is its commitment to play. It finds humor and meaning in the absurd. If it’s the characters who argue over whether “mean” has one definition or three, or a banquet where guests actually eat their words, “The Phantom Tollbooth” celebrates the strange, hilarious, and deeply human ways we use language.

    This love of play isn’t frivolous. It’s freeing. It opens the door to creativity and flexibility of thought. In a society that often prizes efficiency and productivity, whimsical fiction offers permission to pause and ponder—to explore without an agenda. It encourages us to find joy in small things: a pun, a rhyme, a cleverly turned phrase. And in doing so, it invites us to reconnect with the kind of imaginative thinking that fuels both empathy and invention.

    Other Notable Whimsical Works

    Of course, “The Phantom Tollbooth” isn’t alone in its category. Whimsical fiction has given us a rich array of characters and worlds—from the talking animals of “Charlotte’s Web” , by E. B. White, to the curious rules of “Alice in Wonderland”, by Lewis Carroll. More recently, novels like “The House in the Cerulean Sea”, by TJ Klune, and “Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day“, by Winifred Watson, have added modern warmth and sparkle to the genre.

    These books share a common thread: they soften the edges of life’s seriousness without dulling its importance. They often center on overlooked people—lonely children, eccentric old women, oddball bureaucrats—and show how even the smallest person can bring about change. Their magic lies not in explosions or epic battles, but in kindness, insight, and surprising turns of phrase.

    Whimsy in a Grown-Up World

    Some may wonder whether whimsical fiction is just for children. The answer is a resounding NO! In fact, I believe that its relevance may grow with age. As adults, we often become entrenched in practicality and routine. The “real world” demands results, bills must be paid, the treadmill never stops. But whimsy invites us to imagine again. To find wonder in language, laughter in logic, and magic in meaning.

    As C.S. Lewis famously said, “When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown-up.” Whimsical fiction allows us to reclaim that fearlessness. It gives us courage to be curious, to ask silly questions, and to learn something profound in the process.

    What We Gain from Whimsical Fiction

    Whimsical stories are a reminder to be playful. Fellow Readers, life is serious enough. These stories make room for joy in our lives. They give us a deeper love of language. Words are chosen with care, which can rekindle our own appreciation for how we speak and write. They are an invitation to question – whimsy often turns logic on its head, encouraging us to think critically and creatively. Whimsical fiction is a celebration of kindness and curiosity.

    Final Thoughts: A Tollbooth of Our Own

    We may not all discover a mysterious cardboard tollbooth in our bedroom, but we can still take the journey. Every time we pick up a whimsical novel, we step into a world where the impossible becomes plausible—and where the rules of reality bend just enough to help us see things differently. “The Phantom Tollbooth” reminds us that language is not only our most practical tool, but also our most powerful one. In a time when words are so often thrown away, Juster urges us to cherish them. Use them well. Laugh at them, question them, savor them. Because in the end, words are how we express who we are, and who we want to become. So the next time life begins to wear you down, reach for something whimsical. Let it lift your spirits and sharpen your thinking. Let it remind you that meaning has always mattered – and it still matters. Let it remind you that even a bored child ( of any age ) can change the world with the right words.

    Til next time……

    Your Turn: What whimsical book has stayed with you? Do you have a favorite word or passage from “The Phantom Tollbooth“? I’d love to hear from you!

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  • “Shelf Indulgence: Reading Through Retirement”

    “Shelf Indulgence: Reading Through Retirement”

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    Books, Hobby, Reading, Retirement

    For years, my books waited patiently.

    They sat quietly on my shelves, their spines faded from sunlight and time, their stories unopened, their characters paused mid-sentence. In the chaos of calendars, deadlines, and early morning alarms, I would run my fingers across their covers and sigh. They were like an old friend I meant to call but never did. I promised I’d come back to them—when our son was grown, when the job slowed down, when the time was right. Someday.

    And now, someday is here.

    My retirement hasn’t been about stopping—it’s been about returning. Returning to what has always brought me comfort, joy, and wonder. The written word. The worn pages. The thrill of a new author or the comfort of an old favorite. I’m not just reading —I’m reconnecting with a lifelong love that once had to wait in the wings.

    Each morning I thank God for allowing me to wake to the new day. I read and reflect on the daily Spurgeon devotional, have breakfast with my husband, and then do a quick cleanup of the kitchen. After the last dish is loaded in the dishwasher, a happy realization hits me – I can relax with a second cup of tea and a book. No commute, no meetings, zoom or otherwise, no reason to rush. Just me, my thoughts, and books waiting to be read.

    This blog is my little corner, my book nook. A place where I’ll share what I’m reading, what I’m learning, and what I’m feeling as I settle into this next chapter of life with a book in my hand and gratitude in my heart.

    Because retirement is not the end of the story. It’s a beginning—and what a beautiful beginning it is.

    A Simple Pleasure

    One of the unexpected joys of the unfolding week is deciding which day will be spent at my favorite independent bookstore. Tucked inside a timeworn building with creaky floors and narrow aisles with shelves that groan under the weight of forgotten treasures, this bookstore is a sanctuary for old souls and older books—classics with cracked spines, curious titles from obscure authors, and volumes once loved and passed on, each one whispering a story beyond its pages. Books are my addiction. My credit card statement tells the tale. And to me they are worth every penny. Selecting the right book is a delightful, unhurried ritual. I no longer reach for what I “must” read. No need to concern myself with what is the latest flavor of the month. I reach for what draws me in—what catches my eye and piques my interest. 

    But that doesn’t always make the decision easy. In fact, it’s sometimes wonderfully overwhelming. So many tantalizing titles call out to me. Some I ignore; others I’ll take home and make my friend.


    Hardcover or Paperback?

    There is a deep, quiet satisfaction in holding a leather-bound hardcover whose once crisp pages now carry the color and warmth of age, and whose faded inscription—written to someone long ago—makes you feel as though the book itself has lived a life, loved once, and waited patiently to be held again. It’s a reassuring feeling—as though the book is saying, “I am here to stay”. Hardcovers are my first choice and they line my shelves. Each time I pull one down I’m anticipating a pleasant hour or two settled in my favorite chair with a cup of brewed Earl Grey tea sitting on the table next to me. But, you may ask, what about paperbacks? I do have some paperbacks nestled in between the weightier hardcovers. Lightweight and flexible, paperbacks are my choice for air travel or a solitary day at the local park. They definitely go with me whenever I have waiting to do. Unfortunately, doctor and dentist offices no longer have an assortment of magazines to peruse. If anything is provided to take your mind off of what is to come, it’s a loud tv set fastened on the wall with news that does anything BUT put you at ease.

    Hardcover or paperback. Either way, I’ve come to appreciate the feel of a book as part of the reading experience. It’s not only about the story—it’s about how the book feels in my hands, how it rests in my lap, how it will look sitting in between the others that have already found their place on my bookshelves and into my heart. 

    Fiction or Non-Fiction?

    I actually have the time now to discover what stories I want to invite into my life. I don’t need to impress anyone with my choices. What others think of me or my choices doesn’t matter as it once did and for this I am very thankful.

    Fiction has always been my first love. I enjoy stories that transport me—novels that unfold in faraway lands, historical fiction that brings the past to life, mysteries that keep me guessing, and literary tales that explore the depths of human nature. Reading fiction is like traveling without packing a suitcase. I’ve stood in rain-slicked alleys of Victorian London, (Anne Perry),walked through sunlit vineyards in Tuscany,(E.M.Forster), and faced injustice in small Southern towns,(Harper Lee)—all without leaving my chair.

    Non-fiction, meanwhile, feeds my curiosity. Curiosity about the past, the present, or the possibilities of the future. Retirement has pushed open the door to learning for pleasure, not obligation. I’ve read memoirs that have moved me, histories that amazed me, and essays that made me think. I love those subtle “aha!” moments.

    Biographies and autobiographies are a favorite—especially of people who have overcome incredible obstacles or who have helped change the world while working quietly behind the scenes. I love discovering the overlooked heroines of history, the ordinary and the extraordinary people who have come and gone.  People I wish I could have known. Books have offered quiet encouragement, nudging me toward adventures I might never have attempted otherwise.  It was a book, “Stick And Rudder”, by Wolfgang Langewiesche, that encouraged my interest in airplanes and flying—and soon I was in the cockpit.


    The Dance of Nostalgia and Novelty

    Every time I walk into a good independent bookstore or browse my own shelves, I feel the pull of two great loves: the books I’ve already loved and the ones I haven’t met yet.

    There’s nothing quite like rereading a book I first read decades ago. The story stays the same, but I’ve changed, therefore my thoughts about the book have changed. For example, “Ragtime”, by E.L.Doctorow, that I devoured at twenty -seven feels entirely different fifty years later. Characters I once admired now frustrate me. Others who seemed silly now evoke compassion. Sometimes I even find old notes in the margins of books I bought years ago. It’s like finding a letter from my past self to the reader I’ve become.

    Revisiting beloved books is like opening a photo album. I remember who I was when I first read “Heidi”. I was a shy seven year old who would rather be inside reading than outside playing. I can remember the emotions that books stirred in me. Joy, sadness, a longing for something different, and in one particular instance, fear. The school library book ,“Let’s Cook”, which I took out in the third grade as part of an assignment and lost the day before it was due, resulted in sleepless nights and an upset stomach. I dreaded facing the school librarian and telling her that I couldn’t find it. She held all authority over the place I loved the most – the library. I wasn’t banned but I was given a very stern lecture about responsibility. That little book resurfaced over 10 years later. We had moved to a new home in the country and my mother assigned me a few boxes to unpack. What total amazement I felt when I pulled ” Let’s Cook” out of a box marked “miscellaneous”. Time took its toll. The school and the school librarian have been gone for many years. The book is still on my shelf tucked in between others collected over the years.

    Rereading is a gift that I savor. The second or third time around I read slower, underline more, and sometimes new meanings are revealed. But there’s also the discovery of the new. A new release from a favorite author. A debut novel that gets rave reviews. A nonfiction gem I stumble upon at a library sale. These are the books that invite me into unknown territory. There’s excitement in the new—a sense of adventure.

    I have learned to follow my instincts. Every now and then I abandon a book halfway through if it doesn’t make me want to turn the page. Retirement may free up time, but I refuse to waste it on what doesn’t interest me. Some books are better left as strangers. Others I can’t wait to begin. As I write this, I have three books that I am reading depending on my mood. 


    No Pressure

    I retired from the world of finance and accounting, which required a lot of reading for the purpose of keeping up to date and informed. It was a necessity. Now I read what and when I want to and not because I have to.  Some days I read for hours. Other days, just a few pages. And that’s okay. Reading has become an act of pleasure, not performance.

    I keep a reading journal now—just a few notes with the basics: author, publisher, date, type, my reactions & comments. Not for anyone’s review, but for remembrance. The books I read become part of my life story.


    Conclusion: This Chapter Is Mine

    To sum it all up, reading for me isn’t just a hobby. Now that my joints often prefer a comfy chair over a strenuous adventure, books graciously step in. They whisk me away in time machines, teach me new skills, and open doors to worlds I never knew. And best of all, they do it all without me ever having to leave my cozy reading nook. 

    If you’ve recently retired or are dreaming of the day, I hope you rediscover, or maybe discover for the first time, the joy of reading—not just as a pastime, but as a companion, a teacher, a mirror, and a friend. Til next time……


    💬 Your Turn

    What part do books play in your life? I’d love to hear about what you’re reading.


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2 responses to “The Trip of a Lifetime”

  1. arbiterloudlya3dcb3c6a8 Avatar
    arbiterloudlya3dcb3c6a8

    Thank you, Juel, for that brief trip through the backroads of England over 100 years ago! It would have been an immense pleasure to take in those sights and take part in what I imagine would have been civil and engaging conversations. You have described a world that so many of us long to experience, and still can when we open the pages of a book. I wonder how many copies of “Four On A Tour In England” are still out there collecting dust?

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    1. jslco529 Avatar

      Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m glad you enjoyed my post and hope you’ll continue to comment on future postings.
      God Bless.

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