Isn't it funny how some memories stick with you through the years?
The place--the little brown house on Rt. 62 between Westville and Damascus. The living room.
The time---evening, because the news was on. Huntley and Brinkley, I think (I know--most of you don't even REMEMBER those guys.)
The activity---looking at the newspaper. I watched my parents read the newspaper every day. Dad was home from work, dinner was finished, and he was sitting in the chair, watching the news and reading the paper. I picked up a section, just to 'be like Dad' and flipped through some of the pages. I picked out a word here, and a word there, and soon, more and more words appeared on the pages. I was so excited that I could actually read!
No recall on the age, but I know I hadn't started going to school yet. There was no such thing as pre-school then, so everything I learned was at home from my stay-at-home Mom and my grandmother who lived a few miles away.
From that moment on, I have been a reader. My favorite Christmas gifts were, and still are, books. I remember Little Women appearing under the Christmas tree. Heidi. Swiss Family Robinson. Then the Nancy Drew series. WOW! I loved them all. When my girls were little, they received books every year for Christmas and birthdays. My nephew always receives a book or two from Aunt Beth. Now I am buying books for my grandson--and my oldest daughter (who is a librarian--go figure!) asked everyone to bring a book for Landon as a gift at his baby shower a few weeks ago. Hilary is so excited to have a nice collection for her new little son.
I am a reader. I have always been a reader. I love to read. My best Christmas gift this past year was my Nook. Love it, love it, love it.... And it all started when I picked up that newspaper years ago.
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