FOND MEMORIES SPRING TO LIFE AT THIS BOOKSHOP

FOND MEMORIES SPRING TO LIFE AT THIS BOOKSHOP

Life, actually…a public radio interview with Jim Reed
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How a Birmingham shop owner brings memories to life through books
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Jim Reed has collected books and memorabilia for over 40 years for his store. He hopes to share a love of books with his customers.
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History and nostalgia dwell inside Reed Books, also known as The Museum of Fond Memories, in downtown Birmingham. There are floor-to-ceiling memorabilia with packed shelves of books, writings, boxes of photographs and records. Even an antique post office box filled with old letters. Jim Reed opened this shop 41 years ago, to become his own boss. But he chose to sell books because they are what he loved most growing up.
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“I teach the love of books, the care of books, and the importance of books as memory triggers,” he said.
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Some items in his shop are over 500 years old. But if asked which one is his favorite, Reed will balk.
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“That’s like asking what the favorite part of the orphanage is,” he said. “They’re all my children.”
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The white-bearded 80-year-old said he hosts a quarter of a million objects in his downtown store, and he takes in new shipments of stuff every week.
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“I look upon it as an ark,” Reed said. “It’s like Noah’s Ark because [there are] samples of everything from 500 years back to now.”
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But Reed is not only a jolly shop owner. He is an author and podcaster. He considers himself a curator, archivist and a teacher.
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“I teach the love of books.”
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Part of Reed’s mission is to show people that reading is fun. He said he often has customers who say they do not like to read and takes it as a challenge to prove them wrong.
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“I just can’t help wanting to let people know about the beauty of books,” he said. “And how they are different from the internet. That’s fine. I use it. Everybody uses it. The books? They have ‘the real.’”
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By “the real,” he means that books are more than just words on a page. He sees them as time travel devices.
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“When you throw a book away, you’re throwing people away.”
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Reed said he never throws a book away because he believes when you touch a book, you are touching the essence of all the people who read and loved it before you.
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“These are people’s dreams. We respect them and we keep them,” he said. “When you throw a book away, you’re throwing people away. Sounds like a stretch, but it’s the way people like me feel, so I can’t throw a book away. It represents so many people. The older the book, the more people it represents.”
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Reed said the age of many books and items in his store can be intimidating to some because of the history they represent, but he considers it exciting.
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“You can take things home with you.”
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In a museum, history can seem off-limits. Often, visitors are expected to be quiet, you can’t get too close to exhibits and if you did want to buy something, you’d probably have to be very well-off.
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“When you go to a museum, you can’t touch anything. You can’t take anything home that you like. Here you can. This is the Museum of Fond Memories. You can take things home with you.”
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You can buy a 120-year-old pocketbook for about $15. In his store, Reed tries to make history accessible, especially for young people.
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“I’ve noticed that a number of people younger than me, which is most people in the world, they’re afraid to touch an old book. And I said, ‘No, this is made to be touched.’”
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Evelyn Crowe, 17, recently stopped by and bought a newspaper clipping that’s five times older than she is, from 1930. It was her first time visiting Reed Books.
“Something that you pick up and you just flip through like a book, or you go through these records someone could have really, really loved,” Crowe said. “I really, really like the idea that I get to keep it and I get to find it and cherish it.”
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“It tells you, be free.”
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Reed wants all visitors to his store to leave with a respect for books and an excitement for the journeys they can take you on.
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“As a kid or an adult, when you read it, as you turn the pages, you begin to identify with each page. That turns on your imagination, gets it going. It tells you, be free,” he said.
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Kyra Miles is a reporter for America Corps Member reporting on education for WBHM.
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© 2021 A.D. by Jim Reed
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WHERE DO JOHN WAYNE’S MATCHES GO?

Life, actually…

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WHERE DO JOHN WAYNE’S MATCHES GO?

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Hitching up pants and tucking in shirt, I am exiting the downtown movie theater of childhood in this Deep South village.

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Bright sunlight reminds me that it is only nighttime inside this film palace. Outside, atop the concrete sidewalk, real life blindingly resumes.

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Even though I am just a kid, I strut slowly and deliberately, eyes darting back and forth, down and up, searching for signs of lurking danger. My hands at my sides prepare to do imaginary quick-draws should fate decree.

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This is way more years ago than you can count. In fact, this is way more years ago than I dare to count, since I have lived way longer than the gods must have intended.

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Watching cowboy heroes on the big screen for two hours transforms me for a few minutes. For just a little while, I amble like a gunslinger. I pick popcorn bits from my teeth, using a wooden toothpick dispensed at the concession stand.

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I return to daily doin’s slowly, enjoying the fantasy of living in a world more action-packed than my own. A world without school teachers and parents and Sunday school instructors hovering about.

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I return to reality with enthusiastic reluctance.

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Living as I do, inside this fond memory, one tennis-shod foot in the past, the other in the present, I fortify myself against the encroachment of reality. But being a creature of mythology and science at the same time, I can’t help wondering about those cowboy heroes.

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For instance, when Roy Rogers dips his head to duck an incoming bullet, my curiosity is tweaked. Can Roy actually see the bullet coming, judge its trajectory, and move aside just in time to stay alive? When I am older, maybe I can study this puzzle with more experience and maturity.

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Another thing: every time John Wayne lights up a stogie during an intense dialogue, how come the wooden match is simply tossed aside out of silver screen range? Where does it go? Even in indoor settings, John Wayne continues to drop extinguished matches, rather than looking for an ashtray.

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My mom would never approve of this behavior.

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And if I dare try to discard my used toothpick at home, using John Wayne’s technique, how much trouble and fury would ensue?

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Maybe that’s why John Wayne and Roy Rogers are so special. They know how to get away with dodging bullets and littering without shame or punishment. I still haven’t learned how to do these simple but mysterious things. I guess I don’t need to.

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Later, it’s bedtime and I lay me down to lie awake.

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While I await drowsiness and slumber, I have a fading s’more memory or two. I dream of heroes and their impossible behaviors, moms and their guiding nurture, old movie theaters with their daytime nights and nighttime daylights, salty popcorn kernels, discarded stogies and toothpicks…

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I have just the right amount of fond memory to get me through till sunrise waves at me through the open screened window next to my bunk bed

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Jim Reed © 2021 A.D.

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ALL THINGS ROTTEN AND TEMPTING GET THEIR COMEUPPANCE

Life, actually…
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ALL THINGS ROTTEN AND TEMPTING GET THEIR COMEUPPANCE
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 I  have a thought or two to share. First, try your best not to roll your eyes. Sometimes incredulity can be helpful to the soul.
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To issue my idea, I must not name names or label causes. Therefore, I will simply call these Blips, or glitches in the kindly firmament. Let’s go with Blips.
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Blip 1 wants me to follow Blip 1′s rotten path, lock-stepping and blindly trusting. I tend to advance to the rear of all lemming surges like this.
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Blip 2 leads the charge toward our better selves but is found momentarily asleep at the wheel. The fact that I, too, am human enough to cat-nap does not connect with my criticisms of Blip 2, who is otherwise a well-meaning and trustworthy soul.
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Blip 3 worships power and all things that make power possible. I have no interest in money and power and find Blip’s activity puzzling. Poor but happy is my preference.
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Blip 4 rants and rattles so convincingly that hordes follow and obey and parrot all Blip 4 utterances. Why do I listen to everything entertainingly snarky that Blip 4 has to say, even though I claim not to believe it? Am I slowing down just to view road kill? Guilty as charged, I suppose.
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I waste my time intaking Blip 5′s rages. Something in me loves the spicy  feeling it gives me for a few minutes…ye gods! Does that makes me complicit?
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In my calmer moments, my stretches of maturity, I resist the urge to take off about anybody, unless the subject matter is sweet and helpful and uplifting.
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Why do I sometimes falter in my quest for good behavior and kindly interaction? Well…it requires effort. In order to display my better nature I have to work at it. Laziness just gets in the way.
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Down with lazy!
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Whenever I am on the tried and true, straight and narrow path, I resist the urge to rant. I resist even if I feel justified. Indeed, the times I feel justified are the times that an alarm goes off—feeling good about being bad is the worst of all feelings.
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So, on the best of days, I find myself pulling back from the temptations of gossipy critiques and self-righteousness.
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If bad feels good, then I’d rather feel bad while doing good.
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If none of this makes any sense, just go forth and find something steamier to read. You have choices.
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If I decide to blend all the Blips of the world into a harmless stew, I predict that I will just pull back, re-imagine behavior, and simply follow basic instincts, the instincts that instruct me to drop the negative, latch onto the positive, and leave a trail of tasty and trustworthy crumbs for all who are lost to follow.
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Like I say, it ain’t easy, but it does make me feel better about myself now and again.
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The challenge: Now I’ve got to repeat this entire process tomorrow and the next day and the next…for I must remind myself that I am human, despite all wishes that make me want to be superior to that.
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Let’s see, how do I start tomorrow with sunshine thoughts and angerless deeds?
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First, I awaken.
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If at all possible
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Jim Reed © 2021 A.D.
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