This picture was taken at my grandmother’s house, February 1, 1947, the day before my brother Richard was born. I was 18 months old. her kitten. In my baby book my mom wrote: “A book worm–she loved all books. At 2 years her favorites were Dumbo, Children’s Garden of Verses, Alice in Wonderland. Was always eager for Cinderella, Goldilocks, etc.” Under my favorite books, she listed Daddy’s and Uncle George’s yearbook, Mother Goose, all magazines, ABC book. Later I wrote in Nancy Drew.
My interest in my dad’s yearbook indicated that I was fascinated in family history and dynamics from infancy.
Are book worms made or born? Mom and Dad were consummate book worms. People who say they don’t have time to read baffle me. How do they stay sane? How do they escape? How do they figure out stuff? I have always coped with problems, illness, tragedy by going to the library. Reading blogs, I go to my library site to reserve books that someone has highly recommended.
My first library card seemed magical. I vividly remember my awe when I realized that card was a passport to the whole world. My sister-in-law once paid me the supreme compliment: “Your idea of domesticity is putting your books in alphabetical order.”
Reading always took precedence over housework in my family. I was enchanted when three -year-old Elizabeth crooned to her doll: “Don’t cry baby; mommy will read to you.” My mom introduced me to my favorite author, Jane Austen, when I was 12. Jane Austen introduced me to my second husband.. I made a Austen literary allusion on an internet support group, and Andy made a witty comeback. I was instantly smitten. Little did I know how much reading about green cards awaited me.
Posted By Mary Jo Graves to Matriarch at 10/04/2007 10:39:00 AM