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Steppingstones To A Rich Life

books 1From as far back as I can remember I have loved books.

Childrens books.  Biographies. Fiction. Non fiction

I will never forget the day that my Dad bought  a collection of five thousand books at an auction

and instantly we had a library in our home.

Shining moment all over.

That upstairs library was filled with all kinds of stories that carried me away to new places and people.

“Yes, you can borrow anything as long as you put it back in it’s place,” I was told.

So I satisfied my love for adventure and learning

by hours and hours of reading.

My older brother and I discovered an old copy of a book of Amos and Andy skits

and we spent hours and hours of fun

learning our lines and selling tickets to our hilarious plays.

My parents always encouraged us in not only our acting but also to read – yes, to read widely.

From a young age I had my own bookshelves in my room

and my own beloved copies of Little Women, The Secret Garden,

Anne of Green Gables and many others.

Words cannot begin to describe my pure joy of curling up with my pillow and a good book.

As the years went by I got more shelves in my bedroom and of course more friends.

Then when I was in high school my Dad opened a book store in Owego, N.Y.

Greenmantle became a well known place where you could find a treasured book

for just that special person or occasion.

About that time I began writing on  small pieces of paper.

A reflection here

A poem there

A story from time to time.

Most of these are long since lost but I will never forget that poem that won a prize while I was in school.

“My Old Home Town.”

Thoughts of familiar people who brightened up my world

and large, familiar homes with huge front porches .

Leaf covered sidewalks and the beloved Susquehanna River.

Snow piles and  colorful parades. Yes, these memories and more were woven into that simple poem.

It became my first of many writings.

Yes, following in the steps of those writers whose works filled those bookshelves

I wrote and began attending writers conferences

meeting other writers and editors and developing my gift.

Yes, books became not only a pleasurable past time

but also a stepping stone to a world of adventure and more.

It would be many years until I finally went abroad myself

and saw with my own eyes

places that I had read about as a young girl.

In many ways our world is different today

but I still thrill at the sound of turning pages and the smell of an old familiar book

and I still cherish my writer friends who hold such an important place in my life.

Yes, I’m forever grateful for this love of books and writing

that my father passed down to me so many years ago.

It continues to shape my life

and give light to each season of life.

How about you?

Does a book hold an important place in your life?

If so, you are rich beyond words.

 

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Thanksgiving Full

It was Thanksgiving. My older brother and I were so excited as we smelled all the food. Turkey and stuffing. Beans and cranberry salad. Potatoes and corn pudding. And best of all pumpkin pie. Our eyes could hardly take in all the delicious dishes.

“Bet I can eat more than you,” my nine year old hero brother said giving me a poke in the ribs and grinning from ear to ear.

I looked up at him and pondered. His stomach might be a little bigger than mine but surely I could make up for it in determination. I, at seven, hungered to beat him good.

“No, you can’t,” I countered entering the Thanksgiving race to see who could eat the most.

So that year while we sat at our Thanksgiving table all my thoughts were on eating more than my grinning brother sitting across from me who quickly devoured everything on his plate and asked for more.

Well as you can probably guess, we ate and ate and ate. Long after the rest of the family was done my brother and I continued to eat.

Until, my stomach felt like it would explode.

I knew I was done.

Looking into his eyes now serious I said defeatedly, “I’m done. I can’t eat any more.”

“Me too,” he groaned and pushed away from the table.

Within minutes he and I rolled on the carpet side by side groaning in pain. Our simple game had backfired leaving us to endure misery for hours that day. Thanksgiving full.

Although I smile as I remember that day it taught me that Thanksgiving is so much more than seeing how much you can eat. No its about remembering your blessings and realizing how very full God has made you.

His love continues to bless me in so many ways. My daughters, my family, health and strength, and you.

Yes, each one of you that read this blog means so much to me. Many of you I know but there are some of you whom I have never met. Yes, you are special blessings to me.

So this Thanksgiving although I will enjoy all the food I don’t plan to set any records.

But you can be sure I will be thinking of you.

Because of you, I am Thanksgiving Full.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!