Read This: Eliza Cook & The Old Arm-Chair

Earlier I waxed both nostalgic and hopefully elegant(ly) about the Book of Knowledge.

Here’s one of the many poetic gems inside that also speaks to nostalgia. I don’t know anything about Eliza Cook, but I sure like what she wrote.

First stanza:

“I LOVE it, I love it; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
I’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize;
I’ve bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs.
‘Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start.
Would ye learn the spell ? —a mother sat there;
And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.”


“The Old Arm-Chair” by Eliza Cook, from the Book of Knowledge (1939 ed).

Full poem here if the picture doesn’t work well for you.

Cool Stuff: The Book of Knowledge

I am the first to admit I am sometimes awash in nostalgia. eBay has helped me get much closer to things I used to have.

But when funds (and space) run out, those long-term memories remain.

It’s easier when they’re still in front of you, of course.

The Book of Knowledge

Since before I was born, I’ve had a set of encyclopedias that are more than encyclopedias: The Book of Knowledge.

I can say this because this particular set is from 1939 and they were in the house before I got there. Yet they are mine all the same.


The Book of Knowledge, 1939. This is Vol 9, by the way.

The Book of Knowledge is an encyclopedia set for children. In fact, it says so right on the flyleaf: “The Children’s Encyclopedia.” But you shouldn’t let that stop you.

Inside each volume are Departments, among them the Earth, Stories and Legends, Literature, The Fine Arts, Men and Women, and Poetry and Rhymes, an example of which appears below. And these are but a few of the goodies you’ll find.


“The Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti.

As you turn the pages, you are taken from Book to Book within the covers, fetching up with awe-inspiring vistas…


…to a section entitled “Things to Make and Things to Do”…


…to famous books and enchanting illustrations reproduced for your ease and pleasure.


The Knave of Hearts.


There’s even a “Book of Wonder” that answers children’s questions as best as the editors can. We’re still looking for answers to some of these.


Imagine growing up with all that as a kid.

I can close my eyes and picture their rendition of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. I can remember when my mom needed to learn touch-typing, and I had just come across an illustrated guide on how to do exactly that.

I also remember exclaiming to my dad that in the index, they referred to World War I as simply The World War. Just early enough to still believe it was the war to end all wars.

The feeling I have with these books is one of unlocking a treasure trove, though no currency could replace their value.

And I was quite spoiled for “regular” encyclopedias. Where was all the fun stuff? The musings? The crafts? Mmph!

I can’t be the only one with something like this saved through the years.

What are you hanging onto that makes you happy?


University Jealousy

I’m jealous of my alma mater.

I just received their Annual Giving Report, a thick, glossy magazine. It’s full of all the fantastic things the campus has accomplished over the past year or so, from new buildings to conveniences to programs.

They even claimed a “Riverwalk” that runs behind part of the campus. This was never a riverwalk. This was a trail that ran by the river. The river was incidental; the path was everything.

Friend claiming the trail

This path used to be reached only behind one of the cottages that sat on the outskirts of the campus. Taking your balance in your hands, you would crash down overgrown stone steps lodged in the hill sloping in back until you suddenly came out onto the paradise of a winding, tree-lined, wild-flowered trail with the river just below.

You felt it was your own, and maybe it was. It was alive with birds and butterflies and the sun-warmed droning of bugs, but never any other human being than the ones you came with. You were caught in a long afternoon out of time, and even after awhile when you’d find yourself walking beneath mansions high up on a hill, houses magnificent in their own wild, mad splendor, it didn’t shake the impression.


We never saw any signs of life up in those houses either, though once a sheepdog watched us solemnly from his yard as we passed below. For us, the trail ended in a lushly green park with lots of trees, old brick-supported bridges…and a merry-go-round!

Now the path is decent. Sterilized. The cottage was bulldozed to make room for a giant campus center, new stone steps were inserted in the hill, and the path was turned into a two-level trail, one with crushed stone and one with wood chips, dotted with benches and sculptures. The walk also guides you in the opposite direction from before, directing you back to the rest of the campus.

I suppose it makes sense.

When I think of what we made do with, from the rickety dorm furniture to the food program that didn’t allow for dietary needs to classes in drafty basements, perhaps I’m a wee bit envious of all the sparkly new things these incredibly young, bright and shining students get. The advantages and the tools they’re equipped with to conquer today’s world.

Would I like starting off in this college now, with all its benefits, new architecture and conveniences? Part of thinking like that means I wouldn’t know what I missed.  But looking back right now, I feel the lack of certain deliciously wonderful, archaic things that are no longer there, simply because I know how essential that bit of wildness, that bit of nonsense is.

Yet we were equipped with the best advantages and tools available at the time too. They may not have aged well, but we did. The Alumni Notes alone show me that.

So I’m proud of it despite my residual envy, because that university helped make me what I am today, and even if some of the beauty of the wildness is gone, beauty still remains. It’s in the lines of the new buildings, the care in the new programs, the awareness in the conveniences.

While some things should, perhaps, have been retained, we all have to move forward. We just have to remember to look back.

What do you remember most from your college experience? If you’re still in school or recently went back, what are you enjoying best?