Touchstone
Each and every night of my childhood, my Mother read to me stories, poems and collections of numerous volumes. These were read and re-read to me so, when she would skip a phrase or paragraph (in an attempt to hurry through), I would remind her that she had forgotten an important part. Now, I have the pleasure of reading to my young sons, not just at bedtime, but at anytime quiet times, nap times, skinned knee times and just because we all want to times. What a treasure my Mother imparted to me our enduring family Touchstone.
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