I remember the summer it all began, I don't remember the year but I remember it was summer and my sister Cindy had a good friend of her family who was a teacher. Cindy took me to her house to borrow some books. It was then I met Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House in the Big Woods and I was a goner. I couldn't read that series enough. I read every book over and over and over again. I probably had them memorized. I went home the end of that summer to have my mom get me the whole set for my very own. I read them so many times I wore them out. The spines were cracked, pages were dog eared, and some even falling out. I loved those books.
Some Sunday mornings my mom and I would stop at the local bookstore and I'd be allowed to pick out 2 or 3 or 5 books for my very own. I read everything by Judy Blume and a few Beverley Cleary to V.C. Andrews and Danielle Steele and now Karen White, Patti Callahan Henry, Elin Hilderbrand, Robyn Carr, and so many more.
We had a subscription to Reader's Digest once, I loved the day the new issue came in the mail. I'd read that little magazine from cover to cover, All in a Days Work, Humor In Uniform, the featured stories, every last bit. My mom also subscribed to Guideposts which was another fave. His Mysterious Ways was the best feature! Even a Parents magazine or Grandma Nollf's National Enquirer rag would do! It seemed there were never enough words to be read.
Somewhere around high school my appetite for books took a lull and I didn't read much until my early 20's. Now I read about slavery, Civil Rights, the Holocaust, World War II, Vietnam, Ellis Island, Henry Ford, women's rights, The White House, John F. Kennedy and his assassination, things I never thought I'd have an interest in. But, I do.
I asked my husband once how he would describe me. His answer was "well read". I like being a reader. I like knowing a little about a lot of topics. I like getting lost in a book for an hour or 3. Books kept me out of trouble, kept my mind sharp, kept some of the demons at bay. I'm thankful I grew to be reader. I hate to think what I would have been without.
Thank you Betty James for introducing me to Laura Ingalls Wilder, encouraging me to read, read more and read often. To you, I will always be grateful.
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