I am new to blogging...sort of. I have tried over the years and fail each time. Blogging and fiction writing are NOT the same thing.
But I will introduce myself a bit just to get things going. I grew up a middle child of sorts. The second daughter and fourth child out of six children. My father was military and so we moved about every two years until I turned 13 at which point my father retired in Cheney, Washington.
We had never lived in the north except when we lived in Idaho where I and my next brother were born. Mostly we lived in Texas but we had also lived in Tennessee, California twice, Virginia and of course Texas three times. I say of course because my grandmother lived in Bellville, Texas and so my father tried to be as close to her as possible. As a result I consider myself Texan even though I barely lived there 6 years of my 51 on this earth! It simply hurts to admit that I am a Washingtonian!
Ha! And yes I have been told that at times I use too many exclamations. But, what if I really am exclaiming? (Or a character...)
Sendak is among my most favorite illustrators, a rant about that may arrive another day.
Another book I always sought was Blueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey. I think it made me feel like, "Yes I am home." As I had children of my own I continued to get those books to read to them. Sharing what we love is part of parenting. Now I have grandchildren and I ensure that I take the ones that live near me to the library every summer for the Summer reading programs.
Traditions are a beautiful thing...and "Yay me!" I have little someones to share them with.
P.S. Here is a fine reading of Blueberries for Sal...and note how well loved the book is :P