My brothers and I were truly fortunate to have had a mother who read to us. Actually not only did she read to us but she loved to recite poetry to us. To this day all three of my brothers and I can spout lines and whole verses should the opportunity or need arise.
This stitching piece was in a magazine from the 90s and every time I was going through the magazines I would come upon it and pull it out to stitch someday...then a few months later it would go back in the file unstitched till the next time I found it. This time I followed through and will make it into a flatfold to give to one of my relatives for Christmas....or perhaps I'll just keep it on my mantle as a nice memory of my Mom.
Many of the poems she read to us or just plain recited from memory came from the old red Ontario readers (Primer through fifth book) that she taught out of in the 30s and 40s. I have her original set of books and it is so interesting to see ...things like copyright 1923...or Price 9 cents on the inside title page. It is also interesting to see the level of reading that was in those primary grade readers...much higher level, I suspect than is in today's grade one or two readers.
If I ever need all the words to The Blind Men and the Elephant, or The Gingham dog and the calico cat (The duel) , or My shadow, or The Day in Done... I know where to find them.
Edited to add.... if any of you are coming to the retreat on Saturday, I will be setting up my display racks in the garage, with the freshly painted floor (thanks Dan) so we can have a gallery of finished works. There will be room for framed and unframed pieces...and yes someone will take pictures so all of you who cannot join us will be able to marvel at all the beautiful work which will be accumulated in one place this weekend.