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Indy, a few Memo’s back you mentioned Andrew Carnegie of Carnegie Steel. He dedicated his life to give the profits of his company away, more than $300,000,000. Later he sold Carnegie Steel to J.P. Morgan for $350,000,000 making him the richest man in the world.

Carnegie’s philanthropy built libraries all over America, some big towns but primarily small towns. He would build the building and the towns would supply the books.

My home town, Grundy Center Iowa, received a $6,000 Carnegie grant in 1910. Our library was dedicated in 1912. 

I have strong memories of that library that transcend reality, metaphysical.

My little town is rich in history, richest farm łand in the world, 4-foot black loam soil which prompted Carl Sandberg to say, ”looks good enough to eat without running it through vegetables first.” Grundy Center has several Frank Lloyd Wright prairie houses and its little Main Street is lined with wonderful restored Victorians. One of the finest examples of squished red tile homes in the world today is surrounded by two acres of formal gardens. The family that built it still lives there.

I spent many years in that library.

Books have a special smell, unmistakable. A librarian in her 60’s with a wool skirt, plaid blouse, wire rimmed glasses, hair in a tight bun.

The Hardy Boy Mysteries!

That library building was torn down to make room for something new. What a travesty!

That marvelous smell is gone.

Just musings.
J.R. Shaw

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“All that culture from a thousand years ago, that philosophy, that wisdom – Plato, Aristotle, Socrates – what happened to it?  It should have prevented this. Your thoughts turn homeward. And once again you’re a schoolboy walking through the tall poplar trees. It’s a pleasant memory. More bombs dropping on you from blimps. You got to get it together now. You can’t even look at anybody for fear of some miscalculable thing that might happen. The common grave. There are no other possibilities.

Then you notice the cherry blossoms, and you see that nature is unaffected by all this. Poplar trees, the red butterflies, the fragile beauty of flowers, the sun – you see how nature is indifferent to it all. All the violence and suffering of all mankind. Nature doesn’t even notice it.

You’re so alone. Then a piece of shrapnel hits the side of your head and you’re dead.
You’ve been ruled out, crossed out. You’ve been exterminated. I put this book down and closed it up. I never wanted to read another war novel again, and I never did.

Charlie Poole from North Carolina had a song that connected to all this. It’s called “You Ain’t Talkin’ to Me,” and the lyrics go like this:

I saw a sign in a window walking up town one day.

Join the army, see the world is what it had to say.

You’ll see exciting places with a jolly crew,

You’ll meet interesting people, and learn to kill them too.

Oh you ain’t talkin’ to me, you ain’t talking to me.

I may be crazy and all that, but I got good sense you see.

You ain’t talkin’ to me, you ain’t talkin’ to me.

Killin’ with a gun don’t sound like fun.

You ain’t talkin’ to me.”

- Bob Dylan, from his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, recorded June 4, 2017

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