Even Bad Mothers Can Read

I actually wasn't a very good mother. I didn't bake cookies. Very often. Birthday parties terrified me. The first time I tried to play "horsie" with my son - you know, when he climbs on your back and you gallop around the room on all fours? - almost 70 years later my knees still remember the pain.

But I always liked to read. So I read to them. Here's one I liked to read on the first snow day of every year: .



And here's one my son loved. had pictures that delighted me as well as him. You can take a walk down Main Street to the Library or the Bank or the Post Office. At the Post Office, you can see what happens to your mail. There's even a bad guy, and he goes, "Down, down into the lower part of town."


And I don't know why hasn't been made into a movie, except it would probably put us all to sleep. But in a good way.

"The news just came in
From the County of Keck>
That a very small bug
By the name of Van Vleck
Is yawning so wide
You can look down his neck ..."

And how could I have (almost) forgotten: . Which resonates to this very day!