Over the weekend I learned about a local charity with a specific aim: to give books to children. Many children grow up without having a single book of their own.
I grew up in a house that was filled with books, and I was free to read any that I could. I read a lot of classic SF from the family collection, and a lot of non-fiction. I did not, however, have a collection of children's books. There were a few, yes, but most of the easy reader books that I read came from school and went back to school.
And yet, I did have a book of my own, given to me by a college student. I couldn't have been more than five or six at the time. They gave me the book, and I like it very much. It had interesting pictures. As I grew older and could understand the words, I found it very interesting to read.
I did not know at the time that they had picked up the book especially for me. I thought, like so many things in my life, that it was another hand-me-down, and may not have seemed as excited by this gift as I really was. Or perhaps because I opened it and fell into it, they knew I did indeed like it.
So I would like to say thank you for this book, which turned out to have a life-long impression on me. And I would like to encourage other people to give books to children, books with interesting pictures and fun facts, such as the life cycle of a parasitic worm. Thank you very much.
And see? I still have that book!
Thursday, March 20, 2014
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The plan was to keep you out of the bars so you wouldn't end up like your brother. You had (and still have) an unusual intellect and imagination. You just need to loosen up more. Don't take life so seriously. It's not as if you have a chance of getting out of it alive.
ReplyDeleteThe plan was to keep you out of the bars so you wouldn't end up like your brother. You had (and still have) an unusual intellect and imagination. You just need to loosen up more. Don't take life so seriously. It's not as if you have a chance of getting out of it alive.
ReplyDeleteOkay, so I am remembering it correctly that it was my big brother who gave me the book, and not my big sister. I really remember the book more that who, exactly was at the table, but I that was about 47 years ago, so memory can be faulty.
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