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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.







Shining Moments

From the moment I saw the little book in Garfield’s at York Beach, Maine,

   I knew that it was special.

Maine in Four Seasons is a collection of poems by 20 poets.

Every once in a while I have thought about spending a year in Maine.

“Oh you don’t want to do that,” folks have said.

“It’s much too cold.”

“So different than when you visit in the summer.”

Autumn would be beautiful with the reds, oranges and yellows leaves.

Spring must be spectacular after the cold of winter.

But winter?

I don’t know.

This Virginia gal might be too soft.

As I thumb through this little treasure today

   I’m struck with how appropriate the poems are for one living anywhere.

When the Year Grows Old by Edna Vincent Millay

   reminds me…

   I cannot but remember

     When the year grows old


  How she disliked the cold?

Yes the year is drawing to a close, isn’t it?

One gal put up Christmas lights yesterday.

Me? No, I’ll wait awhile for that.

But I am aware that time marches on.

While my heart reflects on the simple kindness of the owner in Garfield’s

   and I can almost taste an Erika cookie from Long Sands Market

I yearn to hold onto the shining moments

   and in doing so to create more.

Yesterday I was surprised by a pair of cardinals in our backyard.

Seems like they took a fancy to the simple birdbath that stands beside our lilac bush.

A simple moment of great joy in the midst of an ordinary day.

Nothing pleased me more but to see them again this morning.

One season after another

   and here we are surrounded by so much beauty.

Slow down enough to see the beauty.

Sit and rest awhile.

Yes, rock in that chair.

Time is meant to be invested. The moments quickly fly.

All of it is gift from the Father’s hands. All is grace.

Open my eyes to see your Glory all around me today.

Surrounded by acres and acres of diamonds.

We are all quite rich, I do believe.

Yes, quite rich indeed.