Another in the series

There is so much history on a bookshelf.
The books themselves, where they were procured, when they were discovered, when they were read, whose they were originally, who gifted them to you, how they blend as a picture of an intellect or of a desired intellect. So much more than I can describe.
On this shelf there are some tales to be told of books that were my fathers, given to him by his best man, who liberated them from his own fathers library.
The same books that came to my shelves as a teen and which I read and was informed about how to approach and live a life. For this thanks then go to old Mr. Fitzgerald , thanks to his boy Terence, thanks to my Dad. The biggest thanks are for two books here, bought for me by my Sons.
A shelf of love, of humour, of knowledge and of generations, of our lives, our history our future and our now.