Adventures and Travels - The first step of a life long journey

I love books! I love the anticipation of a new story. Where will this book take me? Who will I meet? What will I learn? I am an avid reader. I have been for as long as I can remember, and if I search my memory, I think my fascination with the vast possibilities that can only be found within the pages of books started in the 3rd grade.
I had, what most of us who have been put on a path that affects our lives forever are fortunate to find, an unforgettable teacher. I began my 3rd grade year, however, with much trepidation. (Although, being in the 3rd grade, I had no idea what trepidation meant!) I recall the butterflies in the stomach feeling – the feeling I now can identify with that $5.00 word. I have always had problems with new things and change, and in this I proved to be no different. But regardless of how much I wanted the summer to last so I didn’t have to begin a “new” thing, the year began. The first days of that year have been blurred by the years, but I remember one day fairly clearly.
My teacher stood at the front of the classroom and cleared her throat – a sure sign that complete attention was required. She announced that beginning that day and each to follow, there would be a time set aside during which she would read to the class. I’m sure, at the time of that announcement, I had thoughts like “Great time for a nap!” Or “How boring is this?” I’m sure 99% of the class probably felt the same way. Oh, but that was before – before she began the first book in the “Ramona” series by Beverly Cleary. What a book it was - a story of sisters, the adjustment of an older sister to a new sibling and the crazy actions of the younger (I could completely relate to Beezus in those books!). I loved it. (Although we kind of read the stories out of order if I recall correctly). Each day I would wait with great excitement for the next installment of Ramona’s adventures. And when that story was told my teacher found another and another and another. And so, my love affair with books began.
I have had several teachers in my life who have encouraged my love of reading. My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Anderson, introduced me to a world of dogs and hunting and friendship in Where the Red Fern Grows. Mr. Tucker, my 6th grade teacher and the bane of my existence that year for several reasons, led my class across the varied and amazing landscape of this country in A Walk Across America. Mrs. Grant, my 7th grade teacher, showed me that humor and whit binds a family together even in the tough times by introducing me to the Gilbreths in Cheaper by the Dozen and Belles on Their Toes. Mrs. Brandenburg, my Jr. High English teacher, nurtured in me a respect for poetry as well as prose. And Mr. Lake, my High School English teacher allowed me to enter a world of simplicity in Walden.
There were others along the way – friends, teachers, professors and colleagues have brought a myriad of authors, characters and stories into my life. There have been books like: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe and The Lord of the Rings, which challenge the reader to dig below the story to the deeper meaning; political thrillers, such as, The Pelican Brief and Absolute Power. There have been authors who I’ve had the joy of getting to know through their writing – the humor of P.J. O’Rourke and Dave Berry; the love stories of Margaret Mitchell and Jane Austin and the list goes on an on. There are too many books and authors to name. And I have a richer and fuller life because of each and every journey I’ve taken in those stories.
But I would be remiss if I did not pay tribute to the woman who started it all. In that small, private school in San Diego, where a very precocious child entered the world of Mrs. Hohimer’s 3rd & 4th grade class and had worlds opened beyond her physical reach by that first literary adventure. My mother, a teacher for many years, had the great challenge of having her eldest daughter as a student. I’m sure that having me as a student in any class would have been difficult for any teacher (believe it or not, I tend to think I know most of what is important to know), but for a mom trying to balance being a good parent and fair teacher at the same time, it was probably a daunting task.
Thank you Mom! There are so many things that are good in my life because of you, but each time I open a new book for the first time or sit to re-read an old favorite, I have you to thank for inspiring me to search for experiences outside my own. Each person should be lucky enough to have a teacher who inspires them. I was doubly blessed because I got to take her home with me at the end of the day.
In this world of chaos, I hope you all have the pleasure of escaping into a place “long ago, and far away”. Happy Reading!
***NOTE - I am aware that one is supposed to underline the titles of books, however, this blog formate does not support that puncuation, so I used italics to set the books apart from the rest of the text. Thank you for your understanding.