I have a deep dark secret to confess about myself. One that I try to hide cause it is kinda embarrassing, but dag-gone-it, I must come forth and be honest. I. have. an. addiction. to. thrift. shops. And I cannot stay away. I scour the ends of the earth in thrift shops for three things...
1. Depression Glass
2. First Edition Books
3. Children's Books
And today, oh glorious wonderful today...I found this.... Copyright 1970...and the book that holds more memories for me than any other book. I remember sitting on our burnt orange and black wool plaid chair by our front door on my mamma's lap for hours being read to from this book.
This book is here I learned a good tongue twister.
The book is where my brother would giggle to pieces over the pigs.
This book is where I learned to count to 10.
This book is where I learned how to be a good spouse. This book is where I decided to name my first born Sukey. Eldest Twerp thanks God above that I forgot.
This book is where I learned birth control is essential.
And this book is what I shall pass on.