Tuesday, August 12, 2014

***TUES AUG 12TH—CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF READING--

Here I sit, in my favorite spot on the sofa, 
enjoying an afternoon of reading 
(Written in My Own Heart's Blood,
 by Diana Gabaldon) 
and freshly brewed coffee, 
and pecking away at my beloved laptop.


Some folk (who ARE those people?) 
might consider this unexciting or dull,
but not me—NEVER me!  
Strenuous activities confound me, 
since arthritis has come to reside 
in my arms and legs and joints. 
 But then I always loved reading,
for which I have always been 
physically able and emotionally ready!

I remember riding my bike over 
to the Austin branch of the 
Chicago Public Library, at Central and Race—


This would be the 1950's, 
and I could load up my bicycle basket 
with a summer's worth of books—
it was called a "Vacation Loan". 
 What a treat! 
 Plain bound books, no cover art,
 didn't matter—
they were beautiful and colorful to me….



 No special library reading programs 
or cute children's library areas, 
but it was heavenly.

Just the inky smell of all those words, 
floating in all those books, 
a world of escape with every page….
like my first foray into 
the delicious world of mystery fiction—
Nancy Drew still rivals Miss Marple…


I listen to books whenever I'm in the car. 
I end my day, every day, with some reading
—indeed until the books drops to the floor,
 and I am literally nodding off!

My Arlington Heights Libraryoffers a decadent service
in which I freely indulge:a drive-by pickup window!

My favorite quote about reading, which adorns my email signature, 
was voiced by my beloved Louisa May Alcott.  
A beautifully illustrated edition of Little Women, 
my favorite book since I received it for Christmas,
  when I was eight, graces my permanent home library.


Fiction reading was considered damaging 
to the delicate feminine constitution pre-20th Century: 

“She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.” 
(Louisa May Alcott)

             I am so happy for all that frivolous brain-turning!








1 comment:

bldgdiva said...

I must laugh at your post- the books are all the same ones that I remember so we'll. Usually water stained from reading while doing the dishes, taking a bath, washing the cat- you know... Caroline Keene gave me my first woman heroine, as well as another series of an adventurous nurse. My female heroes were strong women making their lives happen primarily by not breaking, then learning despite it all. In all sorts of arenas: politics - Golda Meier, Ann Rchards, Betty Friedan, Joan of Ark ( who did it all before she turned 18; medicine: margaret Sanger,Florence Sabin, so many others who brought us women so far - strong vibrant fighters all. Literature; margaret mitchell, Jane Austen, Maya Angelou, sojourner Truth, and on and on I could go- but you get the point. It all started with a PussnBoots on LP with orchestra, and went amuck from there. Thanks for the memory