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  •  Beautiful Tribute to Literacy at the Hands (6+ / 0-)

    of caring parents.

    Your reading childhood and mine though separated, I'm sure by miles, and maybe years, sounds like the same fortunate and magical life.

    I remember settling into the couch cushions, getting deeply comfortable with a copy of Tenneil's illustrated Alice's Adventures in Wonderland gouged into my tummy -- a gift from my unseen, yet revered godmother who lived in England and who sent me gifts of beautiful books each birthday and every Christmas into my teens.

    I remember even earlier lying on the floor of the nursery school that I went to after kindergarten and first grade were through for the day, where I waited for my parents to pick me up after their workday, reading that same book you so loved, A Secret Garden, and feeling -- no, knwing -- that only I and the girl and boys in the book knew that such a wonderful place existed behind its sheltering wall.

    But even before those times, I remember lying in bed at the end of the day listening to either my mother or father read to me from Curious George or any of my collection of Beatrix Potter books patiently over and over again, and with the same patience, putting up with my corrections if they dared leave out a single precious word.

    Whenever I was sick, which seemed too often, only the sound of my parents' voices reading to me could soothe me to sleep.

    It is the most wonderful gift I ever received in my life:  the love of reading bestowed tenderly on me by two loving parents who let me into the Secret Garden of literacy at an early age.

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    by Limelite on Fri Sep 21, 2012 at 12:59:13 PM PDT

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