Reading Books

My love of reading, thank goodness, has influenced my children, the grandchildren

(Tighe has 'borrowed' his Mommys glasses)

and maybe even those greats that are coming along.

It's so important to read, to learn about new places, other cultures, and even fantasies not real but imagined. I spend a couple of hours every school day afternoon waiting in the local library for my aunt to pick me up in her car. And, so I read, stories about fairies, a Christmas tree that wasn't picked for the family celebration (that one was sad), I read stories about Raggedy Ann and Andy, about Brownies and trolls. I loved the book about Squirrel who moved into a little house by the side of the road with Jupie the cat.

After I married I read to our children some of those same books and others as well. I even read my sons literature lessons to him when he was in school. Then, the children were grown and I fell in love with historical novels, then biographies, then romances. Now I read most anything. The grandchildren came along and there was the reading of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas' and more.

Elbert was never much of a reader but he was a strong believer of getting an education. In later life, when he was forced to slow down, he loved to read the newspaper.

I am happy to say that all of our children read, everyone has their own taste in books but read they do. It will be interesting to see what books the grandchildren will treasure. I've already been reading them some of my favorites.