Today’s Twofer Tuesday looks at two books that at one time were in my possession, slipped away from me, but are now back home. Here is that tale of two books.
Couple Sundays ago at our Cousins’ Reunion, the subject of cookbooks came up. I mentioned to my sisters and Lorraine that if any of them had a copy of the What’s Cooking in Ridge cookbook, I’d like to borrow and make a copy of it.
I explained to them how I had had the original cookbook but it went out the door with someone who swore she would return it to me but never did so. (Please note that the woman involved in hijacking my Ridge Cookbook, was not my ex wife nor any of my girlfriends who came and went thru the years. It was someone else whom I’d just as soon not discuss.)
Anyway, after I put my request out there to my family reunion folks, Cousin Lorraine noted that she had 2 copies of the Ridge Cookbook and that I was welcome to one of them. Lorraine had recently had a mini flood in her pantry area and several of her books including the Cooking in Ridge book were damaged. I gladly accepted her offer.
I brought the book home and proceeded to let it sit out in the sun for several days, turning the pages daily to let the book air and dry out. Here is how Lorraine’s copy missing its cover, appears today:
Note that Lorraine’s copy was Volume 1 and was published in 1974. My sister Lila has this edition which was published in 2006.
Looks like there was also a third edition of the cookbook. My buddy Pat Woodburn sent me a photo of this cover with the following note:
The other book that I once had only to see it slip away on me was my copy of Clarence Bradburn’s book Some Important People and Events of St. Mary’s. I have discussed and quoted from this book several times here on the Buzzyblog. (Just put Bradburn in the search block and a listing of these older posts will appear. The one about the shooting at Max Shuman’s Store is here (click here.)
Similar to the Cookbook story above, somewhere along the way, I loaned my copy of Mr. B’s book to someone who has yet to return it. That someone has since moved and hasn’t been in the Store in awhile now, so I haven’t been able to ask him about whether or not he still has my copy. (Mr. Bradburn autographed and signed the book to me (he wrote “To Joe Scott”) so it’s fairly easy to see that it is my copy.)
Awhile back I mentioned in one of my Buzzyblog posts that my copy was among the missing and having read that, Pat was nice enough to bring me an extra copy that had in his collection. Thus, Mr. Bradburn’s book is also back on my shelf. There is some saying about all good things come home so I am very pleased that both these books are back. Lesson learned, I won’t be loaning them out to anyone again.
As a footnote to all this, here is where this tale of two books takes a little everybody-is-related-in-the-County twist. Clarence Bradburn was my Cousin Lorraine’s Grandfather on her Mother Grace’s side of the family. (Her Dad Lester was Buzzy’s older brother.) Clarence Bradburn was married to Pauline Wilkinson who was Pat Woodburn’s Great Aunt. Pat’s Mom Evelyn was a Wilkinson.) Yep, we really are all related.
On the subject of books and music, David Bowie wrote this tune “1984” after the George Orwell estate would not allow him to make it into a theater production (click here.) Here he is performing it on the Dick Cavett show. Just for the fun of it, try changing the lyrics to 2024. (Note you can skip Cavett’s too long intro and just go to the 1:30 mark to start the music.)
Lyrics follow:
Someday they won’t let you, now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn’t free
You’ve read it in the papers, and the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage lure
Of 1984
They’ll split your pretty cranium and fill it full of air
And tell that you’re 80, but, brother, you won’t care
You’ll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow’s never there
Beware the savage lure
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all-night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (Who could ask for more?)
1984 (Who could ask for mo-o-o-o-ore?)
(Mo-o-o-o-ore)
I’m looking for a vehicle, I’m looking for a ride
I’m looking for a party, I’m looking for a side
I’m looking for the treason that I knew in ’65
Beware the savage lure
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all-night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (Who could ask for more?)
1984 (Who could ask for mo-o-o-o-ore?)
(Mo-o-o-o-ore)
1984