Friday, June 5, 2015
Moo for me
Ever since I was a child I have had a love affair with books. I know I am not alone in this. Can you remember the first books you fell in love with? I can't quite, but I've been told that they were Chicken Little
a farm animal book, and that I tortured the adults in my life with requests to read and reread them until I had them memorized. Then I made everyone listen to me as I "read" to them. I guess what goes around, comes around and now my life is filled with a granddaughter who follows close at my side, begging, "Book!" "BOOK!" and carrying a couple books with her. The three choices all have farm animals in them, and she patiently turns the pages until the cows show up. Brown cows or black and white, photograph or cartooned, she begins mooing and looks expectantly at me as I have to perform, again and again, my only really good animal impersonation, a deep rumbling moo that leaves my glasses vibrating until my nose tickles and her hand rests on my chest where the vibration makes her giggle.