Thank you Sunday Scribblings for the memories....
I hold a snap shot in my head.
It is faded from age. A little dog-eared from the handling. The people, almost unrecognizable, ghost babies from long ago. Children sweet and young, one in a cowboy hat with toy pistol, the other less dramatic but an intense intelligence already characterized on his face. The mother long legged, or so it seemed to us small children, laying on the bed, a child under each arm and a book held aloft for easy access to turn pages. Myself at the foot of the bed, aloof and listening, a doll in my hands.
The Little Lame Prince.
The Wizard of Oz
Alice in Wonderland
Winnie the Pooh
Profiles in Courage
Tarzan, of the Apes.
Only one chapter a night. We begged for more. Please, please, please.
Okay, only half a chapter, I don’t want you getting up late for school!
Fast forward 20 years to my daughter. “Let’s read a book!”
“Okay, Mommie” and always without fail, over and over again it was BUT NO ELEPHANTS. I did not need to look at the words on the page, I had the whole story memorized.
Another snap shot beginning to show the damage of age.