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betty rose

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My DD loved to read and the teachers killed that for her too. Even in elementary school the novels picked were depressing. She started reading for 15 minutes before she went to sleep just to respark her love of reading.
My love of reading was killed in school, we had to go through the speed reading class. Why read if you can't take the time to mull over what the author is trying to say. Just made no sense to me. I got back to reading from a friend, she recommended Phyllis Whitney books. Unfortunately her books are almost impossible to find, after her death.
 

betty rose

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On this snowy Valentine's Day a little bit of Florida came into my Day.
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Who needs snow globes when there are sand globes?
That is lovely, did you make this? Now, I need one of these, and a conch shell, so I can "listen" to the ocean.
 

Goofyernmost

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My love of reading was killed in school, we had to go through the speed reading class. Why read if you can't take the time to mull over what the author is trying to say. Just made no sense to me. I got back to reading from a friend, she recommended Phyllis Whitney books. Unfortunately her books are almost impossible to find, after her death.
You know me... never pass on a good argument, so I did that in College. Whenever, the professor would ask, "what do you think the author was trying to say?" (based on a simple sentence) I'd have to ask... why isn't it possible that there was no hidden meaning in any of it and the author was just trying to tell a story. It's amazing that I passed some of those classes because I was the cause of many a anger laden facial redness. I just always thought that the need to find hidden meanings was total bull. Sometimes, depending on the author and the topic, yes there was a moral there someplace. But, not in every single thing that they decided we needed to experience.

I never had much interest in reading until my Junior year in High School. My book reports and the like were usually of Ian Fleming... James Bond type literature. Then I stumbled upon a book called "Wind from the Carolina's" by Robert Wilder.
Suffice it to say that this very thick book (no pictures :jawdrop:) captured my imagination. I was able to put myself in it and experience what everyone else was experiencing in the story. Opened my mind and triggered my curiosity. I find it so ironic that after reading that book around 51 years ago, I now live in the Carolina's, however, to be honest it really doesn't take place in the Carolina's after the first chapter. In fact, I just finished reading it for at least the 12th time and I still find sections that I have forgotten about so it still offers surprises to me.

I talked about it with my 14 year old grandson and now he wants to read it, and he has never wanted to read anything that wasn't related to sports. It hasn't been in print for many years now and my vintage copy is getting a little brittle, but, if he can get the same thing out of it that I did, I will take the chance that the teenage clumsy will stay away for as long as he needs to read it.
 

Cesar R M

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It's slicker than snot outside here. It snowed most of the day here yesterday. We went swimming, and there's a part of the pool that goes outside...that pool is heated, so even in cold weather, it's open...and of course as soon as the kids saw it was snowing, they wanted to go outside to swim, because what's cooler than swimming in the SNOW????
its cool until they have to go out XD
 

donaldtoo

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My go to author is dead and way to young to have been gone. Erma Bombeck. She made me laugh and still does. I roll towards humor with movies too.

When your mother asks, 'Do you want a piece of advice?' it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.

My kids always perceived the bathroom as a place where you wait it out until all the groceries are unloaded from the car.

I haven't trusted polls since I read that 62% of women had affairs during their lunch hour. I've never met a woman in my life who would give up lunch for sex.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

All of us have moments in our lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them.



Yeah, I miss Erma Bombeck.

Yep, Erma Bombeck was a hoot...! :)
 

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