I feel so lucky to have had a family that read to me.
I can still hear my mother reading the poetry of A.A. Milne and I can picture this cover
of the World of Christopher Robin: The Complete When We Were Very Young and Now We Are Six. The sounds of “James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree” play in my mind any time I meet a person named James and I can’t put butter on bread without thinking of the King’s Breakfast.
And then there are the Dutch Twins
who my grandmother brought to life as she read the story again and again.
And how fortunate I was to not only have strong women readers in my life but always my father. Not a reader himself until much later in his life, he read and read and read to me. When I think of the Little House series,
I think of my father.
And now my girls too are blessed to have not only women readers in their lives but also their dad.
How lucky we are…
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