Today in My History
22 April 2020
I heard about an "Isolation Journal" yesterday, someone posting prompts for every day in April, things for people to think about, share if they feel like it, while we are all on quarantine.
It is the 22nd of April, so I have missed almost all of the prompts, but I was looking through them and one caught my eye:
"A life spent reading is a good life"
I talk about reading frequently in this journal, mostly because I love it so much. I don't remember the first books I read or that were read to me. I date my passion for reading with "The Black Stallion" which my friend Stephen loaned me when I was probably in the 5th grade. I read through all of Walter Farley's books and Dorothy Lyons books (she also wrote about horses) and it was probably about then when I started making weekly trips to the library, which I've mentioned before.
This was the Golden Gate Valley library, a couple of blocks from my grammar school and, according to Google, 0.67 miles from my house. It was my second home.
It was a straight shot from the library home, and mostly flat, but that block from Polk to Larkin Street was very steep.
Each week I took out six books and brought them home to read during the week. We had an old megenta colored plush chair in the living room. The springs in the seat were sprung, so you kind of sank down into it. It was my favorite place to read. I'd get in that chair, hang my feet over the arm of it and enter whatever wonderful world I was in that day.
Sometimes I would climb up on the window seat, where our television was and sit with my back against the TV, looking out at people walking (and trying to drive) up our steep hill.
At night it was reading in bed. My father built headboards with bookshelves for our beds and both my sister and I had lots of books in those bookshelves. I didn't often hide under the covers with a flashlight and read, but I did sometimes when I was into a good book.
At school, I always took a book with me to recess. I wasn't into the games that people played and there was a utility closet that I climbed up on and sat and read until one of the nuns told me to get down and to play. I much preferred reading to playing.
Brianna and Lacie are into fantasy stories, but I was more down to earth. I read any books about animals I could find and, as I got older, books about various professions, mostly nurses. I thought at that time that I wanted to be a nurse until I realized I would have to deal with nasty smells and stuff like that. But I loved stories about nurses.
Moving forward into adulthood, there is always a book...or two...or three. I always try to have a book with me, so it never bothers me to wait in line because I always have something to read (this is much easier now that there are Kindles!)
When we go to London, the place I like to wander around in is Charing Cross Rd., one book store after another. Some people go on vacation and bring home souvenir things; I shop for books (which is crazy, given how much books weigh).
For several years I devoured audio books. We always had a book to "read" on the way to Santa Barbara and I could finish a long book in a month or less just driving to visit my mother in San Rafael, but now that she lives here and now that my iPod doesn't work right, I have stopped listening to audio books. But that is where I got my love of Diana Gabaldon books. Davina Porter, who reads them is so wonderful I would put on any book at random and just listen to it for awhile, whether I was actually reading that specific book or not.
Now I mostly read on my phone in the recliner. I have a Kindle, but I've gotten used to reading on the phone, which also has the advantage of being lit so if it gets dark, I don't need to go somewhere and find a light to read by (I have an old Kindle).
The time I worked at Logos Books was great because I was surrounded by books and could read anything I wanted during the day, since it was never really all that busy.
My mother was always a big reader too and it saddens me that
today she can't read at all and even if she could, she can no longer follow a
plot. I remember when my aunt reached that point. Somehow I know
that's going to be me eventually and I hate the thought of losing my love of
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