With Love - The Enduring Legacy of Book Inscriptions

This week on Twitter (@stompermcewan) I've been sharing some inscriptions from books in our library. It was suggested to me that I list some of these treasured memories here in blog format, so that it would reach a wider audience, so that's what I'm doing!

An inscription immortalises the recipient and the giver. But more than that, it preserves forever the heartfelt love and appreciation embodied in the giving of a book. That's why I finished the week with the following tweet:

Enjoy these bite-size histories which have created heroes of normal people as they shared there love of reading and books with someone else. We have bibles, adventures, poem, biographies and so many more. You can find all of these - and more - on my Twitter page.

So many of the books in our little library were gifts from Sunday Schools
- this one given to Dad when he was 7.

Children's books were a thing to treasure and, according to Granddad, also doubled up as sketchbooks!

From a gentleman with a story or two to tell - a trained exorcist.

19th century collection of Burns' poetry gifted 1905.
This is a book we acquired so I don't know who Esther was.

A Bible given to my Great-Granddad on going to war
- pleased to say he did have a safe return. 

Given to Mum from her Godparents.

A dedication from Jeffrey Meyers to Susan Watson in his Robert Frost Biography.
Not sure who she was.

Another Biography, this time of Richard Dimbleby

One of several books given to Granddad from his Sunday School.

No idea who Nellie was, but the handwriting in this is incredible.

From a stamp album - the date is 1894.
Why was the word "Day" underlined and capitalised?

I don't know Evelyn but like to imagine this is from a
secret admirer which is why there are only initials.

An unsteady hand with a lot of love.
This one is from a copy of Tom Brown's School Days.

I've been surprised by how many people abbreviated Christmas to Xmas.

Amazing handwriting with a message which speaks for itself.
Featured in here: http://childoftheisle.blogspot.co.uk/

A tale of knights and chivalry - a perfect gift for a 21st birthday!
"The Dove in the Eagle's Nest"

From a time when a book was a treasured prize. How do I know?
Because it's survived since 1887!

This is from a biography of King George the Sixth.
A time-capsule.

I don't know who Charlotte Harrison or Miss Mary Smith were,
but I love the handwriting in this Book of Psalms.

This was given to Dad when we relocated to Orkney.

Intrigued as to whether Claude R Barber was related to Joan Margaret Pearson.
Maybe the book stayed in the house.

A fragile connection to my Grandfather (Maurice) who I never knew
and, in turn, my great-grandparents.

Beyond Frank I can't identify the names in this prayer book.
Interesting that the recipient's name comes second.

A shared Adventure story! Never seen the name Arnalyn before and
I can't track them down despite the unusual name.

A copy of The Ingoldsby Legends sent to Angelo on his 28th Birthday from his mother.
Beautiful!

We thought this Bible had no connection to us until we began
researching our family tree that we found a link.

Thoughtful gift of "Little Cat Lost" A book may have a thousand words,
but an inscription speaks a million more.

Two poetry books inscribed by the poet.
Not sure the significance of the pictures but they'll remain in the book.

We got this with a bundle of 19th Century Royal Navy items.
Many items were parted with, but we kept this book.

I can't expand on this inscription but love its sentiment entirely.

This is from a pocket bible given to my Great-Grandma from
my Granddad (George). He was 14 in 1941.

Two and a half years makes such a difference to this handwriting!
I don't know Elaine, but think I taught her father piano.

Sharing a corner of our world with someone who's shared their own,
creates a global community. Nothing teaches us more.

And finally, one of my favourite inscriptions.
Alex was 1 at the time, Mum wrote the inscription.

If you've got any inscriptions in your libraries, please share them. They are such beautiful sentiments and they're also treasure troves for genealogists.

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A Room to Inspire - The Living Room

As most of you who have read any of my previous blogs will be able to attest to, I am prone to lots of writing. So this time, I'm sharing a pictorial blog of inspiration. In fact, except for this paragraph and a pretty-please-buy-my-book paragraph at the end, I'm only going to use pictures and captions of a room which has inspired me. It's my living room and, as you might imagine, it has a lot of books in it. So here are some of the books and some of the decor that have helped inspire my writing.

There is something truly inspiring about trees in winter, and this picture
always makes me wonder where the bridge leads to and from. The other
picture was discovered in the loft of an East Yorkshire barn. It is clearly an
illustration of some kind, hand painted on a wooden panel, but I'm not sure
whose story it is telling (only it appears to be a 17th century one).

An 18th Century hand-coloured engraving of Captain Cook landing at
Tanna hangs over our little bookcase.

A picture which fascinates me. At first glance it is understated in
mediocrity, but the closer you look, the more you are drawn in.

Proud sister moment here - no apologies!

A selection of books, some of which were my Granddad's when he
was a child, and my copy of The Three Musketeers, one of my
absolute favourite books!

Elinor's notebook. A unique and greatly treasured find from an
auction. This is a sketchbook from the early 20th century of a
girl who illustrated day-to-day life and stories she loved.

My Great-Granddad's pipe and a tobacco tin. This is not his
tobacco tin, but it fits nicely with his pipe. The care and
affection that this object inspires is incorporated in "To Reason Why",
my novel set during the Crimean War.

Antique Belgian tapestry, depicting a desert scene, hangs over the fireplace.
These were produced on industrial looms, but there are now few of them left.

A plaque commemorating the little known
"Battle of Flamborough Head" in 1779.
My great-great-great-great-grandfather
(quite a way back!) was the coastguard there.

A statue of General Napier which we bought for a pittance
at auction after he failed to sell for several weeks. He was
then incorporated into my novel (it is at his house where
the two balls are held). Behind him is a stick with an
'orse's 'ead 'andle, a reference to Marriott Edgar's Albert.

An old tea chest whose three panels were painted by Holly.
It is now full of antique music.

One of a pair of double handed vases. Not being terribly
conventional they are on completely different shelves.

A tankard in the style of a Toby Jug. This was a gift to Dad, because
it looks like him! He hates boats, though, so the fisherman part
doesn't work quite as well as the beard!

My Dad's dad, who I never knew, and the calendar
our lovely German friend made for us.

A German chalice, gifted to Judith from her friend, and a skilfully
repaired figurine stand on one of the poetry shelves. Not sure how
the Gibbons's stamp books sneaked on there...

A pair of elephants which my parents bought for each other. This is as
close to symmetry as our house comes, and the tusks are deliberately
not matching. On the shelf above is my great-great-grandmother's moneybox
in the shape of a house. There is something which rattles in there, but I
don't want to open it to find out what. I like the mystery.

The runic grave marker, and assorted Harry Potter books.

"Easter Island Dad" created by Alex

The second deer vase in front of my university books.

A hand painted bud vase by Clemency in front of two series of
books which inspired me as a child.

A Scunthorpe tankard. A random find, but topical
for Dad who grew up there.

A fairing - a prize given out at travelling fairs in the days before
teddy bears and neon bracelets. Much cuter, I think.

Mum's Great-Grandmother and her children, At the extreme left of the
picture is a nursing chair which is now upstairs in our house.  At the time this photograph was
taken, the father, Reuben Temperton, was fighting in the Boer War with the Lincolnshire Regiment.

A Ukrainian folk doll bought at the Nuremberg Christmas Market
and a rose-entwined horseshoe made by Judith.

A candle holder with a fairy tale theme in front of
a collection of German books

Another vase on the railway shelf, with another uncomplicated
scene depicted. Creeping into the shot is a red panda snow globe -
we're proud adopters of the red pandas at the Highland Wildlife Park.

Signed edition of Alfred Gilbert's book, complete with a working sketch.
Gilbert is most famous for creating the Shaftesbury Memorial Fountian
(more often known as Eros) in Piccadilly Circus.

A 19th Century collection of Sir Walter Scott's Waverley Novels.

Winter landscape of a country road, beehives
in shady summer glow, and the market square of
Weissenburg where I visited in 2013

A collection of antique stamps from across the world.
This selection was also bought at auction.

So many of these little things - and there are a lot more I haven't pictured! - which seem insignificant on their own, have inspired my writing. Some are more easy to follow than others, sometimes it is an emotion, sometimes an actual object, but they have come together to create a room in which I love to write. I love having objects that relate back to the time I write about. Being able to handle antiques, whether they are worth pennies or pounds, can transfer me back in time as easily (and far more safely!) as the Tardis!

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