I found this book in my dad’s collection, stuffed in the magazine rack next to his chair. Mostly, the rack’s books and magazines were about baseball and golf, two of his greatest passions.
These Images of America are ubiquitous sepia-toned little books that begin with a succinct history of the focused city or area, some pictures from the 1800s, then many photographs of its last hundred years or so.
Erie, Pennsylvania follows the pattern well.
Dad, who died this year about three months before his 100th birthday, recalled lots of the buildings in this book; he could still remember many of them, and told stories about their details. Living in one place his whole life gave him that perspective—something that most of my generation won’t know.
As I read this Images of America book, I don’t regret that I won’t have just one city of many buildings, but I’m glad that I got to live Dad’s city—Erie, Pennsylvania—not only through Jeffrey Nelson’s book, but also through Dad’s eyes during our 70-plus years together.