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.