* The first Bible I owned, a gift from my paternal grandfather. This actually kind of happened to me. After my parents died, my long lost first Bible was discovered in a cardboard box in the basement of their house. I have it now in my personal library. *
* P.S.
It gave me such a good feeling remembering finding it - I hadn’t seen it since about 1970 and had no idea where it was for over forty years - that I just went to my library and looked at it. He gave me Bible on June 19, 1964. I was 6 years old at the time, not long before my 7th Birthday. It’s in bad shape now but it’s beautiful and precious to me. Opening it again, reading the first few verses in Genesis and then thumbing through the rest of its pages, brought back a flood of happy memories. I wouldn’t take a million dollars for it, though I probably couldn’t get fifty cents for it in a garage sale. *
* This is a photograph of the Bible. It crossed my mind that perhaps I might decide to be buried with it someday. *