Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
| Blogs > wickedeasy > wicked and that ain't so easy |
a lucky little girl
|
a lucky little girl when i was about 10, i read a book called mr. wicker's window. by going inside his store and then looking through the window you could time travel. so many books called to me at that age and i devoured them like pieces of pie, savoring their taste but always in a bit of a hurry for the next bite and always a bit upset when the last bite was taken. i suppose in many ways i was a fanciful but one that was also very bound to the earth having spent so much time on the land. so my imagination was a cross between outrageous freedom and the realities of nature. grampa lollipops would somehow blend the two for me, showing me the preacher in the jack in the pulpit, or the tiny shoe of the lady slipper. when i first rode a birch i knew what it would feel like to fly and forest moss was the bed on which fairies took long naps in the summer heat as did my gramp and i when we walked the woods. he fed me books like a mother bird feeds her babies. i could bring them to the table at dinner and carry them with me as a walked the fields. a book was a companion, not something you had to leave behind. his back pocket of his overalls always bulged with one and we'd stop sometimes and read parts to each other that struck as particularly amazing. this is how i came to love poetry. eliot and cummings, shakespeare and yeats, and he could reel off great lengths of poetry from heart in his gravelly voice as i lay in half sleep, swept forward and back in time by his words. "the boy stood on the burning deck"..... "the highway man came riding, riding, riding...." "april is the cruelest month" time forward and time back... i remember the old with the sway back that i could ride by myself at 7 because he would bring me home no matter. and feeling the trust that one finds in being allowed freedom to wander wide while knowing that home is still right there. i had, i think a childhood blessed by great love and kindness and by both men and women that showed me how to be in the world without harming the world. i could look out Mr. Wicker's Window and see a thousand worlds and yet turn around and always be home. i was a very lucky little girl. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
|||
|
"A Wrinkle In Time" was the first novel I remember. I loved all of the young readers like "Danny and the Dinosaurs" "500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins" and that story about the goldfish that just kept growing. I love books. Like you I am blessed with the privilege of reading.
| ||
|
Indeed you were, WE, a very lucky little girl. You've done your best to create a more timely version of that environment for the young people around you too, I'm sure. Love & Kindness never go out of style although I suspect that the kind of freedom you had then is tougher to find now. Have you ever rediscovered Mr Wicker's Window? Chas
| ||
|
You were a lucky girl! I was too because I was blessed with two parents who loved to read! My dad would take me to the branch library every Saturday afternoon to check out books and return those I had read the previous week. Reading and literature opens many doors for dreams to come in! Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
| ||
|
WE it's funny how we're on the same wavelength sometimes. You wrote this post about how much you enjoy reading, and before I read your post, I just wrote about how much I enjoy words (and thoughts and communicating). I love to read your blog because you bring us closer to that lucky little girl who really never grew up. Such a splendidly lucky little girl.
| ||
|
Yes, you were lucky. I was a bookworm too - loved to lose myself in a story, and still do. Luckily I had parents and teachers who supported my habit    
| ||
|
You have a way with words, oui... My mother was called into my school, once, whilst I floundered about in third grade. They "caught" me reading a physics book--which I did not understand a word of (though I really tried)--in class; OH my Freakin' GOD! She was not pleased. The school peeps let me off the hook... if I promised to never again bring that sort of contraband into a "place of learning"; which I did promise to never do. (What else's an eight-year old gonna say but, "OK--I promise"... ?) I didn't push for a discussion, either, on why they found it so important that they would exert so much effort to teach me the Dewey Decimal System; or why they encouraged me to procure a library card (that's where the book came from, BTW)... yet proceed to beat me about the brow for using that knowledge, and that card. My mother, being the reasonable soul she was, advised me that I should only read "such books" at home. She also warned me against filling my head with garbage discarded within the hallowed halls of academia. (However; this piece of advice was not, necessarily, all that reasonable... as I look backward without benefit of an advanced degree.) Yet never, once, did she censor any source material... even upon her discovering my stash of Playboys. Did I mention--later on into my stint at the forced "public re-education" camps, I failed algebra 4 times? I just gotta wonder if those early canings somehow actually convinced me that I should abandon any leanings I might have otherwise developed toward "the sciences". I suppose a reasonable person would come away with that perception; doncha think? To this day, I withdraw from "books"--fiction, that is. I must thank my early "profs" for that tidbit of wisdom... though I acquired it as an indirect result of my deep hatred of all public school teachers--and their stinkin' "books". Well--that's my take on readin'... & rightin'... & rithmetic.  Solar... BTW: I did manage to learn algebra... though not in a classroom.
| ||
|
Indeed... Elevate me... 
| ||
|
Like you, I was blessed with having family members who were avid readers. Unfortunately, they didn't read anything substantive. When I realized that I was not interested in tabloid newspapers and crappy Harlequin romance novels, I had to start digging around and finding things for myself. I developed something of a rapport with my 8th grade English teacher. Toward the end of the year, I talked to her after class one day and I asked her if she would make me a list of "classic" novels to read. That was my inspiration.
| ||
|
You were, weren't you. Books and imagination are amazing things. These are the Aims and Objectives. Please read. of the group, Bloggers United! which I moderate. And a link to a post about my home town, Glasgow ,I hope you enjoy it!
| ||
|
All children should be so lucky.
| ||
|
I haven't been commenting much anywhere but I hope you know how much your writing touches my heart....I think you should move by me so we could hang out!!! Omg - wouldn't that be a hoot!!! Til then I'll just keep falling in love with you all over whenever I read something like this.... Always tell the truth Use kind words Keep your promises Giggle and laugh Be positive Love one another Always be grateful Forgiveness is mandatory Try new things Say please and thank you Say your prayers Smile ~Author unknown
| ||
|
“Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.” ― Anna Quindlen, 'How Reading Changed My Life'
| ||
|
I read all those books, too. To this day, I still appreciate a good biography! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
| ||
|
Hello, Lovely! I also was a lover of words, in any shape or form I could find them. Mama used to always get the free first issue of any encyclopedia set they had (they used to offer them at the stores or by mail all the time) so I used to know everything in the world about topics that began with the letter A. How I used to wish for the rest of the alphabet! My favorite books as a child though were The Uncle Wiggly rabbit stories... and each story ended with a promise to stay tuned for the next one. Oh they were magical!
|
Become a member to create a blog
