Robert’s Books

IMG_0400 (3)The Eagles’ Hotel California played on WKDX radio
As I drove up to Robert’s Book Shop
It was a place I always planned to visit
Today was the day to check it out
A bell rang as I gave the stuck door a kick

Rows and rows of books, stacked to the ceiling, greeted me
A little barking pooch brought the clerk to attention

“Make yourself at home,” she said. “You’ll be here awhile!”
The lyrics to the song ran through my head
Sending a chill slowly up his spine.
Stepping back in time I wandered down row after row.

Fluorescent lighting glared harshly from overhead;
Old books from school days, novels, favorite stories
Kept appearing down every row

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One of my favorite childhood books, Little Black Sambo,
(Now banned by politically correct and polite society
for having racial overtones)
Is no longer shared with children of great imagination.
Memorabilia, posters of vintage actresses, toys, and animal heads
Hung in odd places above the rows

Even an old payphone, that no longer rang hung on the wall


The smell of old books permeated the store down each row
Favorite radio shows such as Dragnet, The Lone Ranger,
and The Shadow Knows were there in book form.

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Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and Uncle Wiggley
Took me down memory lane to my childhood
Every time I thought I saw everything, another row appeared
Once again the words to the song played in my head;
… “you can never leave!”

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Today, Sarah asked us to write a poem that describes someone or ourselves using the senses. I hope this is what she meant.  We visited this quaint bookstore on the Oregon coast last week. It was a trip back in time and a visual feast.

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29 thoughts on “Robert’s Books

  1. What a wonderful place that must be, and how wonderfully described by you. I can smell the odour of old books and stuffed animals. That payphone! Over here we have an exibition on ‘wrong’ books, books with, well, racial overtones. Children’s books mostly. I am very sure no child had one second of thoughts about race when reading them. Even Uncle Tom’s cabin is part of the show, perhaps because of the admittedly clumsy translation of the title: (translated back into English) The Negro Hut of Uncle Tom. But if this ‘ban’ would be the reason people don’t read the novel anymore, it would be a shame. Banning books is the prelude for burning books and embezzle history. Anyway – a great read Dwight and yes, you can never leave, and maybe you don’t even want to. 🙂

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    • Thank you Peter for your great response! Yes, you are right perhaps we don’t want to leave!! The bookstore was a wonderful place to visit. I think it is sad how extreme we have become in being overprotective. How will children learn to think if they are never presented with things outside their boxes?? When I read Little Black Sambo race never entered my mind. I was just in aw that the tiger turned into pancakes!! A very sweet story! Again Thank you for your response.

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  2. Ha, ha – love a second-hand bookshop. What treasures, what a great read. You sent me off to find this quotation from the late, great, Sir Terry Pratchett:

    “The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one that looks as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more stairways than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.”

    Terry Pratchett

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