I usually lied about my progress getting through a book. When Mom caught on to my ruse, she would sit me down and force me to read aloud with her.
I like reading now. But I still would rather knit.
Suburban Chicago, April 1961. Isn't this fun?
November 1, 2011
What's so great about reading?
I hated to read when I was little. My Mom—who considers reading the greatest form of relaxation—tried to coax me to enjoy books. She would take me to the library, and we would check out volumes about Misty the pony and the like.
I usually lied about my progress getting through a book. When Mom caught on to my ruse, she would sit me down and force me to read aloud with her.
I like reading now. But I still would rather knit.
Suburban Chicago, April 1961. Isn't this fun?
I usually lied about my progress getting through a book. When Mom caught on to my ruse, she would sit me down and force me to read aloud with her.
I like reading now. But I still would rather knit.
Suburban Chicago, April 1961. Isn't this fun?
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