Friday, July 13, 2007

Sequestered Nooks?

"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books." -

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, sequestered nooks. This brings back memories of all those wonderful places to read in summertime.

I have a memory of a favorite place that I only had for two weeks, but it was so special that years later it's still special. One summer, my parents moved us into town for two weeks, while they house sat and babysat for friends. We stayed at their house, just one block from the public library. It was a big old house, with a large screened-in porch, in north central Ohio. Each morning, I'd walk to the library when they opened up at 10 o'clock, and pick out a stack of books. Then, I'd walk back, and move to the porch for the rest of the day. There was a hammock on the porch, and I'd lay in the hammock and read. This description doesn't do justice at all to the pleasure of walking to the library every day, and then returning to a special, comfortable spot to read.

Do you have a "sequestered nook" somewhere in your summers?


Anonymous said...

Well, I have a reading chair. That hammock sounds wonderful. I plan to be reading on a shady deck in the mountains in a couple of weeks when we go on vacation. I have a cup from the Tattered Cover in Denver that has that quote listed. Love it!

Lesa said...

Ooohhh. A shady deck in the mountains sounds wonderful when it's 105 in Arizona. Anyplace that's quiet, cool, and peaceful is a perfect place for reading in the summer. Enjoy it, Kay!

Sallyb said...

Hi Lesa, et al
I had a wonderful summer spot at my family's home in Gt. Barrington, Mass. We had tons of big pine trees on our property and I used to climb up high into this particualar tree - no easy task with books and snacks in hand.
There were three perfectly placed branches. One to sit on, one to rest my back on and another for my feet. I spent hours up there, master of all I surveyed. No one knew where I was and in the innocent safety of the '50's, no one cared as long as I came home for dinner! I'll never forget it.

Lesa said...


I can just see you trying to climb that tree loaded down with books and supplies!

Wasn't childhood wonderful when we could escape with and into those books for days at a time?

Unknown said...

After reading your entry... especially "This description doesn't do justice..." I was immediately transported to summers long ago, when I visited a very favorite grandmother who loved to read. Your description DOES do justice to the feelings...I am so thankful that you wrote this blog... it brought back such tender feelings of all the fun I had while reading at her house. Not a "sequestered nook"... even better... her entire house.

Lesa said...

Oh, Danna,

There's another sidetrack I could travel on. Family members who shared your love of reading. My parents were both readers, and took us to the library. But, I also had a favorite grandmother who loved to read. In her later years, I took her books regularly or ran to her library and picked some up. My mother was so thoughtful. When my grandmother died at 92, Mom gave me the notebook that my mother used to keep track of her books. I've been keeping a log of mine for years, but I never knew until that time that my grandmother did.

You're lucky to have that "grandmother's house" memory.

keizerfire said...

Your posts made me think of my great grandfather. He lived in a little house behind ours, and he was Italian, from the "old country", and spoke little English and never read any at all. I was the oldest grandchild, and when I was just little, I could take my books to his house and he would sit in his rocking chair with me for as long as I wanted to read to him. He always had those sugar wafer cookies for us, the pink and white and brown ones. I wonder if he knew that I couldn't really read yet, since he couldn't either? ;-) He liked the feel of books and the papers, and never cared what kind they were. He died before I was old enough to appreciate his patience and my mother used to say she was sure he was up in heaven sitting in a library with his smelly old cigar. It's a good way to remember him.

Lesa said...

Thank you for writing about your grandfather. That brought tears to my eyes. I hope your mother was right. My idea of heaven is a big library with some comfortable overstuffed chairs, a fire burning, and cats and dogs scattered around. Your grandfather sitting there would probably make it perfect for you.