I have to tell you guys a most interesting little story. If I were still writing for the paper, this is the sort of thing I would have written about.
I found a book in my mother's things. It's William Golding's "The Scorpion God". It's a first edition print, that's in excellent condition, and is inscribed and signed by Golding.
I knew it was worth something, so I had it appraised. I was super excited because it was worth a few hundred bucks... Let me tell you, after the month we've had, we could sure use it! After the apprasial, I got curious about who it was inscribed to. A few internet searches later, I found that it was actually inscribed to the parents of Golding's daughters husband. So it was an heirloom of sorts.
I found Golding's son-in-law (whose parents the book was inscribed to) and he's some fancy schmancy professor. I verified that it indeed belonged to his parents and had been a gift from Sir William Golding. He offered to buy it back from me for his mother, who is still alive. I refused. How can I sell something back to them, that doesn't belong to me to start with?
I'm mailing it back to it's rightful owner today, and including this little note as to how it came to be in my possesion.
Isn't that neat? Honestly, the book almost got trashed. And when I realized it wasn't trash, it almost got Ebay'd.
Goes to show you the whole thing about trash and treasure is true. And that not everything is worth face value....
I found a book in my mother's things. It's William Golding's "The Scorpion God". It's a first edition print, that's in excellent condition, and is inscribed and signed by Golding.
I knew it was worth something, so I had it appraised. I was super excited because it was worth a few hundred bucks... Let me tell you, after the month we've had, we could sure use it! After the apprasial, I got curious about who it was inscribed to. A few internet searches later, I found that it was actually inscribed to the parents of Golding's daughters husband. So it was an heirloom of sorts.
I found Golding's son-in-law (whose parents the book was inscribed to) and he's some fancy schmancy professor. I verified that it indeed belonged to his parents and had been a gift from Sir William Golding. He offered to buy it back from me for his mother, who is still alive. I refused. How can I sell something back to them, that doesn't belong to me to start with?
I'm mailing it back to it's rightful owner today, and including this little note as to how it came to be in my possesion.
Dear Mrs. Carver,
By this time, I expect that your son Terrell has told you to expect this book in the mail. I am happy to return it to it's rightful owner, but I expect you're probably a bit curious about it's journey. I'd like to tell you what I know.
My stepfather died in 2000. After his death, I helped my mother pack up both of their belongings, ship some things off to charity, some to storage, and some with us. Mother decided to come live with me. In one of those boxes, was this book. I never really thought anything else of the book until just recently when I placed Mother in an assisted living facility. While cleaning through her bookcases, I stumbled upon the book and asked her about it.
She recalled that it had belonged to my stepfather. Prior to their marriage, he'd lived with a woman named Sharon. For all intents and purposes, they were common-law man and wife. Sharon never married my stepfather because she was still receiving alimony from her ex-husband who was a professor somewhere in South Carolina. All mother knew of him was that he was thought to be an oddball. Apparently he gave this book to Sharon as a gift, and when Sharon passed away, my stepfather kept it.
I'll have to admit, I would have probably donated the book to charity, but something told me to look inside, which is where I found the inscription. Knowing that signed books sometimes fetch a little money, I decided to have it looked it. I took the book to a local appraiser who, to my delight, told me that the book might be worth somewhere between $250-$325, dependent on whether I could figure out who the people were in the inscription. I was ecstatic! My husband and I are just working class folk, with two children, and a few hundred dollars of "found" money would have been wonderful! I know now that those people were you and your husband.
I started looking for a Terrell Carver and found your son. With a little conversation back and forth, we realized that this book was apparently lent by your husband, to a colleague in South Carolina. This was probably Sharon's ex-husband. Your son offered to buy the book from me, but I wouldn't sell it to him. To be perfectly honest, it's not mine to sell.
I am more than happy to return this book to you. I was raised to abide by honest standards and to treat everyone in the manner in which I'd like to be treated. A few dollars to me is a family heirloom for you, and it wouldn't be right for me to keep it, or sell it. I have to be able to lie my head down at night knowing that I've done the right thing.
So Mrs. Carver, after probably 25 years, I am pleased to return this heirloom to your family. I now have quite the story to tell my children one day, and I hope your family can pass it along as well.
With Warmest Regard,
Jennifer
Isn't that neat? Honestly, the book almost got trashed. And when I realized it wasn't trash, it almost got Ebay'd.
Goes to show you the whole thing about trash and treasure is true. And that not everything is worth face value....



