Families are all different. Mine was one of the other type.
In 1964, I was drafted into the Army. I got a nice, old fashioned chest and put in the sort of things one would want to keep. Some books, some kitchen utilities, things like that.
I was going to put a padlock on it, but my mother insisted everything would be fine, and leave it open in case I needed them to send me something.
Well, everything was fine. So fine that when I came home, the chest was empty. I walked around the house picking up my cookware and such things as that.
But, there were two books that went missing. Of course, someone did tell me who took them, but that did me little good.
One was called something like CHILDREN OF THE ATOM. Not a real important book but at that age it appealed to me. Parents in the 50's, in this fictional book, were exposed to nuclear radiation in an accident, and their kids were born with extremely high i.q.s. They ran businesses; wrote books; bought things; by mail.
The book told how they found each other, and what happened after that.
The other book, I can't remember the name, but it was pure science fiction. A space ship of passengers was hijacked by pirates, and they were abandoned on a very high gravity planet.
They not only survived, they also re-developed technology, and memorized space ship operating manuals. Eventually, they sent out messages by hyper-radio, and when the pirates came back, now in control of most of the universe, they took over their fighter ships.With great resistance to gravity developed over the generation, they over-rode the controls, and were able to out-maneuver the enemy craft, taking once again control of the universe.
I looked for those books for years. I mean like 40 years, and not too long ago found them both.
Of course, being a much older person, they don't mean as much to me as many years ago. Still, I enjoyed reading them very much, and really felt good at finding them again. I am well aware if they had not been stolen, I probably would have pitched them decades ago.
In 1964, I was drafted into the Army. I got a nice, old fashioned chest and put in the sort of things one would want to keep. Some books, some kitchen utilities, things like that.
I was going to put a padlock on it, but my mother insisted everything would be fine, and leave it open in case I needed them to send me something.
Well, everything was fine. So fine that when I came home, the chest was empty. I walked around the house picking up my cookware and such things as that.
But, there were two books that went missing. Of course, someone did tell me who took them, but that did me little good.
One was called something like CHILDREN OF THE ATOM. Not a real important book but at that age it appealed to me. Parents in the 50's, in this fictional book, were exposed to nuclear radiation in an accident, and their kids were born with extremely high i.q.s. They ran businesses; wrote books; bought things; by mail.
The book told how they found each other, and what happened after that.
The other book, I can't remember the name, but it was pure science fiction. A space ship of passengers was hijacked by pirates, and they were abandoned on a very high gravity planet.
They not only survived, they also re-developed technology, and memorized space ship operating manuals. Eventually, they sent out messages by hyper-radio, and when the pirates came back, now in control of most of the universe, they took over their fighter ships.With great resistance to gravity developed over the generation, they over-rode the controls, and were able to out-maneuver the enemy craft, taking once again control of the universe.
I looked for those books for years. I mean like 40 years, and not too long ago found them both.
Of course, being a much older person, they don't mean as much to me as many years ago. Still, I enjoyed reading them very much, and really felt good at finding them again. I am well aware if they had not been stolen, I probably would have pitched them decades ago.