To my Mom…

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on May 9, 2011M at 7:58 am

Thanks Mom for buying every Golden Book I wanted at the grocery store, starting with Poky Little Puppy. 

Thanks Mom for letting me read gruesome fairy tales, and not worrying if they would warp me.

Thanks Mom for  my first trip with Grandma to the downtown Carnegie library to get Mr Popper’s Penguins. 

Thanks Mom for not hollering about my room when I needed to finish the last chapter, or read Gone with the Wind one summer.  

Thanks Mom  for a million trips to the library, for books and book reports and term papers.

Thanks Mom for not judging what I read but letting me find my own path. 

Thanks Mom for reading Every single day so I thought that was what everyone did.

And Thanks Mom for sharing reading with me, because everytime I reach for a book to enjoy or teach,

 I think of you—-

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Comment by Connie on May 9, 2011 @ 10:17 am

Kitty–I still have my “Pokey Little Puppy” Golden Book. However,it was my dad that instilled my love of reading. Every Saturday afternoon, he took me to the local library to check out a book. It’s one of my favorite childhood memories.

Comment by Reggie Jet on May 10, 2011 @ 4:38 pm

A great tribute to your mom, Kitty! Made me think of that classic poem, The Reading Mother by Strickland Gillilan.

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea.
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth;
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness lent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a Mother who read to me.

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