Dad is reading to Stephen, Michael, and Peter. The date and ages puzzle me. Michael must be at least three; Dad is reading from a huge book. But if it is 1959, Peter would be 7 and Stephen would be 10. Stephen looks younger than that. I love Michael’s pjamas. Were we expected to be dressed for bed before Dad read to us? Did Dad always keep his tie on after he came home from work?
I remember the curtains and the lamp better than the couch. I can’t figure out what Dad is reading. Surely it is not the family bible, which is that color. Looking back, Dad and Mom didn’t spent much time reading picture books. We were exposed to much more challenging books when we were very young. Mom also went out of the way to take us to the Hempstead Library because the Uniondale Library was so inadequate. She let us take out more books at a time than any parents I have met in my entire library career.
When Mom and Dad visited me at the hospital after Vanessa was born, they bought children’s books as a present.