So I hope this gets to the people who needed/wanted it. I have been thinking a lot about my memories of Grandma, and it's weird for me to have to pick a favorite one. They all seem connected. My favorite string of memories, though, has to be the one related to children's literature. I love the memories of going ot the library with Grandma. I thought it was the coolest library in the whole world. (compared to Afton's, it may have been...) I remember being so proud that my Grandma was the story lady. It seemed like all the children loved her, but I knew I loved her more. I remember specifically sitting in the downstairs family room and reading stories with her... The Zimparumpa-Zoo was my favorite. The strangest thing to me was when I started reading Winnie-the-Pooh to Grace last week. The voice in my head was not my own, but Grandma's, telling us to 'think, think, think' or "oh, bother." She is that story, to me.
I am hopelessly addicted to children's books. I own over 400. I attribute it to my Grandma's contagious love of books.
Love you all!
Whitney
6 years ago
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The Zimperumpa-Zoo ruled.
During "love of reading Week" at George's school they asked for parents/family to come and read a favorite book. So I went and read Zumperumpa-zoo to George's 6th grade class. They loved it--of course. My version is getting a little tattered but that just shows that it is loved.
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