I love to read. I suspect that this is probably something that is common among Kossacks. Most of you, like me, probably went to the library as kids, raided our parents bookshelves and could easily while away a summer day lost in books. Unfortunately, the pressures of adulthood, parenting and work have diminished my ability to just find a book for escape in recent years.
Reading is something that I grew up with. My sisters, brother and mother (but not my dad) were all voracious readers. At my Granny's memorial service last year, my aunt pointed out the love of books that Granny instilled in her children. My aunt noted that Granny read and she read to her kids. As my aunt pointed out, "If you go into the house of any of her children, grandchildren or great- grandchildren, you will find books. Lots of books." The interesting thing is that she (Granny) grew up in the dust-bowl of Texas as a child and none of her many siblings or parents were readers. Granny's greatest disappointment was that she was forced to drop out of school in the eighth grade to help pick cotton to support the family.
Down past the jump, see what has reinvigorated me as of late.
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