Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The tradition continues...

When my children were young (well, actually all their growing up years), I read to them before they went to bed at night. We started with picture books and then eventually moved to chapter books including poetry at dinner.

We started those years in a small town in Pennsylvania, and eventually moved out to the farm. We spent the first few years in Indiana reading by the light of the kerosene lamps as we were void of electricity. 

Oh the places we roamed with those books. From "The Great Brain" series to the "Little House Books" to "Anne of Green Gables" to Shakespeare.

I think those were the best years of my life reading to my three little boys.

Karen and Aaron live only a block away so once school starts and we get back into a schedule, I like to bike over with a satchel full of books to read them their bedtime stories.

Tonight we explored books by Cynthia Rylant. When it was time for bed, we made a barefoot dash outside to look at the waxing moon and then it was off to bedtime.

I just picked up my books and road my bike back home. What a nice way to end the day.

3 comments:

Amber said...

How awesome! I wish I had such an incredible grandmother to read me bed time stories! I absolutely love your spunk. See you tomorrow! :))

marbledgoods said...

Those are lucky boys, Lou Ann!

Olga said...

I also read to my children over the years. Once, when my son was in his twenties and was quite sick, he called and asked me to read him a story so he could get some sleep.