Reading Material....

I'm getting kinda tired of this weather. ...  rain, snow, dreary sunless days.  Of course we have the option of turning the key in the switch and going somewhere else, but we had things that really needed to be done here.  The rig of course...  that major overhaul.  Very necessary if we wanted to keep living in this rig.  And then there was the mammogram, ultrasound and the colonoscopy.  Also necessary if we wanted to keep living .... period.

We're here at our daughter's place once, sometimes twice a year and sometimes for long periods of time.  It's become a very familiar area and we can zip into Ft Worth to a Trader Joe's or Cabela's...  or down to Stevenville to a great Ace Hardware...  or into the H.E.B. in Granbury...  It's kind of funny, but the church I go to in Glen Rose is almost next door to the bank we use...  which is right next door to the US Postoffice.  I mean, how convenient is that? 

The library in Glen Rose is just a few blocks away....  which brings me to the subject of today's blog.

I know there had to be a time when I couldn't read.  In fact, I remember spreading out the Sunday comics on the floor and pretending I could read the captions.  I could tell you about Dick Tracy and his sidekick, Sam Ketchum.....  and of course B O Plenty, Gravel Gertie and later on, Sparkle Plenty.  I knew who The Phantom was...  as well as Brenda Starr...  and of course Dagwood and Blondie as well as Little Nancy, Alley Oop and Joe Palooka.

I started school when I was 5, no kindergarten back then.  The school I went to was a small country school and the first and second grades were in the same room.  The teacher divided her time between the classes so it's not surprising that the first graders caught on fast to what the second graders were doing.   

Like many others I learned to read about Dick and Jane, Sally, Puff and Spot.  I can remember Zeke, the handyman who raked leaves and burned them in the fall.  We were fortunate in that the Bookmobile came to our little town every week or two.  That was a magical place for a kid just learning to read.  Heck, it was a magical place for anyone who loved to read.  If you were old enough to know what you wanted the librarian would even bring you your chosen books the next time through.

When we moved to the city (I use this term kind of loosely...  but it had a university AND two libraries), it wasn't long before my siblings and I were introduced to Miss Lineburge and the university library.  The Children's Room was another magical place.  It was huge, and Miss Lineburge always decorated it in whatever season it was.  One very special display was her Ukranian Easter Eggs...  I'd never seen such a thing!

It's funny how our tastes develop....  I moved right along into the Bobbsey Twins and into Nancy Drew.  Mysteries have always been my favorites.  I know that we're "supposed" to read certain books at a certain age, but I kinda skipped ahead of Little Women and the such and went right into stuff like "The Life of Bridey Murphy" (reincarnation), and the Loeb and Leopold murder trial.  Got me in all kind of trouble in junior high school when I'd do my book reports.

Now I enjoy a variety of subjects...  mostly travel essays, mysteries and historical novels.  I almost always finish a book once I start it, but recently I bought what I thought was a travel essay, (Carsick by John Waters).  Heck, I'd never heard of him...  what did I know?  It just wasn't my kind of book...  sent it off to my son, who has a warped sense of humor.  He loves it.

So...  this yukky weather?  I knit a while...  I read other folks blogs...  but most of all, I read.  And with 500+ books loaded on my Kindle, I guess I won't run out of reading material until the sun shines again.

That's All For Today!