Dad's Bookshelf

My Dad built this bookshelf in his bedroom at my Grandmother's house when he was in high school. After she died and we had to clean the house out, I could think of nothing that would make the house less of our family's home than taking down that bookshelf. It just seemed so permanent. Although it would be sad, during all the cleaning out, I imagined a nice father-son moment in taking it apart with him. However, he ended up getting an estate sale company to come and sell off everything left in the house after we had gotten out what we wanted. I don't blame him, if I had a 40-year old bookshelf, I wouldn't be able to take it apart either.