Yesterday I found two things: First, a fine old ten-speed bike in good shape, gently leaned against a dumpster. Clearly not stolen or for trash. My first instinct as a bike person was to wheel it home or to the community bike shop, but on consideration, I left it there. It was Christmas Eve day, someone would surely find it and maybe would love it. A gift, left to be found. A half-hour later the bike was gone.
The next thing I found was this little Holy Bible, Teachers Edition. In a ziplock bag, on the grass by the sidewalk on Charles Street. Not a fancy thing but clearly well cared for, fake red leather covers and inside in elegant fountain script: To Miss Liddle, from the Members of her Sabbath Evening Class. Glasgow 1/10/78. Later in thick pencil Miss Liddle, having married and moved across the ocean, wrote “Nee” above the inscription in thick grey pencil and corrected the inscription to read: Mrs. Chas Thompson, 245 Carlton St, Toronto. I wrote a note, “Old Bible found here”, and put it in the ziploc bag, leaned against the tree where I found it, thinking Mrs Chas might come looking for it. This morning the Bible in it’s baggie is still under the tree.
Lost things, found things. Ephemera, treasures and dust.
Afternoon update: the Bible is gone. Merry Christmas, Mrs Chas Thompson.