Sunday, July 24, 2016

Sharing a Mother's Joy

My mom loved to read. That's how I learned the joy of reading. Growing up, I read what she read. I still have the above paperback set of Ian Fleming books. Bond, James Bond. We both loved these books. She loved Harold Robbins, so I loved Harold Robbins. Robert Ludlum, yep, loved him as well. Many, many books she would read and I would follow in her footsteps. It's where I got the joy of reading.

Then I passed that joy on to my younger sister and she would read the books that I read. By that time I was into Science Fiction and Fantasy books.  Heinlein, Zelazny, Bester, & Andre Norton were some of the great authors I was reading at that time.  My mom and my sister supported me so much when I became a published author. They were both so proud of me.

I miss Mom more than I can properly say. I hope she is reading up in heaven now. Today is her birthday and I would have gotten her a book and probably a book of crossword puzzles. We used to do the crosswords in the local paper together every morning. She loved words and she was a lot better at it than me. She could knock out the hardest ones in a matter of minutes.

Happy Birthday, Mom. Save me something to read, would you.


  1. Awww, Rose. So sorry you lost your mom. I'm sure she's smiling down on you from above and proud!