If I seem to lead off a lot of newsletters with a piece by Julie Douglas, it's because I love anything she writes, including a vacation request! I enjoy the way good writers shape an idea and wed it to particular words and sentence rhythm. This month's column on Family Reading ranks among my favorites.
"My Grandma Moore was a spunky woman who lived in a semi-spooky house that my siblings and I suspected might be haunted. A young mother in 1926, she lost both her husband and her own mother. To support her two little boys, she bought an old house and took in boarders, including the man who became my grandfather. She enjoyed the occasional “High Ball” and read True Crimemagazine and had a parakeet named Skipper. In the long- unused bedrooms on the second floor, a chest of drawers held bullet casings and postcards from exotic locations, mementos from her sons’ tours in WWII. She claimed that her own mother had been a friend of Buffalo Bill’s; she taught me how to do embroidery; and she had bottles of milk delivered right to a metal box on her doorstep..." (Click here to read the rest.)
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