This is a timely article.
My wife and I are in our 80’s and are giving books away that we have owned for up to 7+ decades.
So far we have found a few good and younger people to adopt my wife’s books.
My older books are in 2 bookcases. Bruce Catton was one of my key authors and his books on our history are probably 99.9999% accurate and many may not be available anymore.
A sibling, a couple of cousins and maybe one heir are possible receivers of some of these books.
Conservative authors’ books in local libraries often never make it to the shelves when donated.
So he loved good books and articles about fishing.
The Old Man and the Sea was a novella written by the American author Ernest Hemingway in 1951 in Cayo Blanco (Cuba), and published in 1952.
We bought The Old Man and the Sea for Dad’s 60th Christmas. He must have read it a hundred times. After reading the book, Dad’s fantasy was going to live in Cuba/Mexico in our winter time to fish and to be an old fishing bum on the beach.
After we moved to N. California, I took him Salmon fishing on a charter fishing boat out the North Bay. He caught the first keeper, the first limit and the largest salmon. There were 3 nice $ pots that he got besides the salmon.
My Mother loved salmon and so did my wife and our kids. He learned to love it. So we ate charcoal cooked salmon basically every night for the week of their visit. We had some of the bigger salmon made into smoked salmon for he and Mom to take home.
The Old Man and the Sea for his 60th Christmas. He must have read it a hundred times. His fantasy was going to live in Cuba in our winter time to fish and be an old fishing bum on the beach. I came close while in the Navy and being on board a ship based in Gitmo during the Cuban missile Crisis. Many lunch hours at sea were spent catching the evening dinner or lunch for our crew. Dad wore out photos of me landing a good size fish close to Gitmo.
So now we are in the process of having good people “adopt” many of our good old books.
A close relative got Hemingway’s book after Dad died in 1977.
Folks (younger) look at my shelves of books and probably think, “How many HOURS (days, weeks, months, years) did it take him to READ all this stuff?”
and probably, “How did he EVER find time to post on FR?”