I wrote a little while ago about our possible development into selling vintage toys. Well, things never go quite as you expect. My mind has been floating around - as it does, exploring various options, and I have been chatting to people, and have eventually settled on a variation on a theme.
To start with, I wish to reassure all my loyal customers - Peakirk Books is safe and going nowhere. My new little venture is purely an add on. I love Peakirk Books and all it entails - the children's books especially are my passion, and between us Jeff and I really enjoy what we do. To be honest Jeff and I have plenty to keep us busy, but unfortunately, with the recession, the advent of of ebooks, and the development of cheap and cheerful mega listers, times are much harder for us, as they are for many small businesses. Thus, so as not to rest on our laurels and to add another string to our bow, (metaphors are such fun) I have joined together with another female seller in the development of a small business, with the aim of selling interesting ephemera, both adult & Juvenile. For those of you unfamiliar with ephemera it is quite an elusive subject, but essentially is Transitory & printed matter, that was never really meant to be kept, and takes in a whole range of items - for example greetings cards, brochures, advertising materials, posters, leaflets, letters, photographs, bookmarks, - the list goes on. We will be quite broad in our collection so as to take in old jigsaws etc as we both like childrens' materials/toys - it just depends what appears.
My partner in this venture may be known to some, as she already sells some ephemera on ebay. Her name is Annette York and sells on ebay. She lives in Norfolk too, just as well really, so we plan to go out together ephemera hunting (as well as book hunting obviously) and then we will sell the ephemera jointly on ebay, as well as at local fairs and see how it develops. I will find it interesting to learn about this 'new to me' field. I have seen some of Annette's Ephemera purchases when we have been to auctions and must admit to finding them extremely interesting, which did get my nose twitching initially.
Anyhow, we are currently at the initial stages of setting up the business - all the practical boring bits have to be gone through - registering, setting up bank accounts etc etc. before we can get to the interesting bit. Once we actually start trading I will announce the name and update any readers out there, with our progress! Are we mad doing this in a recession? Who knows.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Thursday, 1 March 2012
World Book Day
Celebrate World Book Day - Read a book - but don't just read one on World Book Day. Reading is Great - read books as often as you can!
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Good Bonnie
A friend of mine lost her dog, Bonnie, recently, to that big Doggie heaven in the sky. Both she and I have been through this several times, and it doesn't get any easier. Each time it is a different dog that you have formed a relationship with, and you have loved. Each time their passing is very very painful, and the pain feels as if it will never pass - but in time it does dull.
I was looking through a book called Mother's Stories and saw a short piece called 'Good Bonnie' about a dog called Bonnie, and as my friend's dog was called Bonnie, albeit a girl dog, whereas the dog in the story is a boy, I thought I would reproduce it here, in tribute to Bonnie - who was a gorgous chocolate Labrador. Rest Peacefully Bonnie.
Good Bonnie.
'Bertie Bingles had been taught to say her prayers every night.
Bonnie did not know what she did when she knelt down beside her little bed so quietly; but he wondered. And because she wouldn't take any notice of him when he whined the little brown and grey dog climbed right up her back one evening. And there he stayed till she said Amen.
Gertie did not want to hit him, so she scolded him the same as mummy did her when she has been naughty, and the next night she told him to sit inside the door. And Bonnie did, and no one, not even Gertie's parents, could get him to move whilst their little girl was saying her prayers.
Wasn't Bonnie a good dog?'
Times may change - Dogs still stay loyal friends to humans!
I was looking through a book called Mother's Stories and saw a short piece called 'Good Bonnie' about a dog called Bonnie, and as my friend's dog was called Bonnie, albeit a girl dog, whereas the dog in the story is a boy, I thought I would reproduce it here, in tribute to Bonnie - who was a gorgous chocolate Labrador. Rest Peacefully Bonnie.
Good Bonnie.
'Bertie Bingles had been taught to say her prayers every night.
Bonnie did not know what she did when she knelt down beside her little bed so quietly; but he wondered. And because she wouldn't take any notice of him when he whined the little brown and grey dog climbed right up her back one evening. And there he stayed till she said Amen.
Gertie did not want to hit him, so she scolded him the same as mummy did her when she has been naughty, and the next night she told him to sit inside the door. And Bonnie did, and no one, not even Gertie's parents, could get him to move whilst their little girl was saying her prayers.
Wasn't Bonnie a good dog?'
Times may change - Dogs still stay loyal friends to humans!
On a more cheerful Note ......
The same publication of the bound Early Days has a nice 'Welcome to Spring' which we need after the winter time. I for one am looking forward to the thought of spring time now - even though it hasn't been such a hard winter this year - mind you, my fingers are still tightly crossed, I am well ready for spring days, flowers and days in the garden.
A welcome to Spring by Rev Julius Spring - 1891
O! Shout, ye merry children, the smiling spring is here
Its brightest blessings bringing the waiting earth to cheer
The winter's icy sceptre is broken once again
And glory of the spring time is flooding hill and plain
The cuckoo's call is sounding, the lark is soaring high
And trilling out it's anthems to bless the earth and sky
And buttercups and daisies are blooming o'er the sod
The treasures of the children, the handywork of God
O! come ye where the woodlands with birds' sweet carols sing
And listen to the welcomes out-warbled to the spring
O come ye where the meadows are gay with green and gold
And gather of the glory as much as hands can hold.
But, better still let winter be banished from within
And let the heart's long springtime in brightness now begin
By summer time succeeded, with all its hold in store
Then golden harvest reaping in heaven for ever more.
A welcome to Spring by Rev Julius Spring - 1891
O! Shout, ye merry children, the smiling spring is here
Its brightest blessings bringing the waiting earth to cheer
The winter's icy sceptre is broken once again
And glory of the spring time is flooding hill and plain
The cuckoo's call is sounding, the lark is soaring high
And trilling out it's anthems to bless the earth and sky
And buttercups and daisies are blooming o'er the sod
The treasures of the children, the handywork of God
O! come ye where the woodlands with birds' sweet carols sing
And listen to the welcomes out-warbled to the spring
O come ye where the meadows are gay with green and gold
And gather of the glory as much as hands can hold.
But, better still let winter be banished from within
And let the heart's long springtime in brightness now begin
By summer time succeeded, with all its hold in store
Then golden harvest reaping in heaven for ever more.
Words About Books
Words about Books - Taken from 'Early Days' a Magazine/Journal published in 1891 - (January Issue, we have the bound years volume for sale on our website for 15.00GBP).
'It is often worse to read bad books than it is to keep company with bad boys. Actions grow out of thoughts, and a bad book can in a few minutes injure us for ever.
One of England's greatest and best men says that , when a boy, another boy lent him a bad book for just fifteen minutes. It sent a deadly dart to his soul. He never could get away from the vile impression made upon his mind by that book in so short a time. He shed many bitter tears over it, and tried to forget it; but the shadow lingered. God forgave him; but he could not tear from his soul the memory of that evil book.
My young friends, if you will hear the voice of age and wisdom, do not read the bad and trashy books and papers. They feed unholy thoughts, and lure to dark deeds. They poison the mind and corrupt the morals. If you fill your mind with rubbish, there will be neither room nor relish for the choice gold of truth and the diamond dust of pure thought........'
Well - if that doesn't warn you nothing will! I trust none of the books Peakirk Books sell come under the category of Bad Books!
'It is often worse to read bad books than it is to keep company with bad boys. Actions grow out of thoughts, and a bad book can in a few minutes injure us for ever.
One of England's greatest and best men says that , when a boy, another boy lent him a bad book for just fifteen minutes. It sent a deadly dart to his soul. He never could get away from the vile impression made upon his mind by that book in so short a time. He shed many bitter tears over it, and tried to forget it; but the shadow lingered. God forgave him; but he could not tear from his soul the memory of that evil book.
My young friends, if you will hear the voice of age and wisdom, do not read the bad and trashy books and papers. They feed unholy thoughts, and lure to dark deeds. They poison the mind and corrupt the morals. If you fill your mind with rubbish, there will be neither room nor relish for the choice gold of truth and the diamond dust of pure thought........'
Well - if that doesn't warn you nothing will! I trust none of the books Peakirk Books sell come under the category of Bad Books!
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