We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It seems to make me feel better to post and write about death and house clean-out, so I will. I guess it's a slice of life up here in Yankeeland.
Here's a small stack of the number of books I retrieved from Dad's bookshelves. This might keep me busy until Thanksgiving or Christmas. I read Landscape and Memory once, when it first came out, but it wouldn't hurt me to read it again.
I have always wanted to read Wilson's Prelude, but it never fell into my hands. His classic. Dad loved Edmund Wilson. I'm not sure yet how much I need to know about Turner.
In Anthony Powell's great series A Dance to the Music of Time one volume is titled Books Do Furnish a Room. It just struck me as very profound as I've viewed your family's home, how comfortable, personal, inviting. Our choices in reading material do indeed "furnish" a room. Thanks for sharing these very personal moments from your parents' lives.
The Turner book is very good, and, if you like Britain and history, it should capture your interest. Turner was a strange little man, but a revolutionary in the field of landscape painting, forging ahead with new approaches to painting the atmosphere. The critics were terrible to him, and his personal life was difficult.