tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724432374556756119.post2605535694475388254..comments2023-09-06T08:11:57.604-07:00Comments on Over the Moon with Joy: A Note From my ChildhoodKimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04462108880167593207noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724432374556756119.post-57658688645078102662011-03-17T16:58:04.356-07:002011-03-17T16:58:04.356-07:00Hi Kimmie, I remember when we were children we had...Hi Kimmie, I remember when we were children we had a book that had a story for every day of the year and my mum would read the story when we went to bed each night.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04830090701346321489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724432374556756119.post-26969507758298494772011-03-17T10:47:29.544-07:002011-03-17T10:47:29.544-07:00I have a similar book. I love it...the pictures a...I have a similar book. I love it...the pictures are beautiful and the poems are wonderful!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09176581451996916841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724432374556756119.post-25830662601292552512011-03-17T09:19:52.480-07:002011-03-17T09:19:52.480-07:00My favorite childhood memory has to do with books,...My favorite childhood memory has to do with books, also. Once in a great great while we would go to the branch library. This was in the 50's (!!!) in the days of ornate woodwork and staircases, and cards in the backs of books, etc. The main floor was the busy place, but the second floor. Ah, the second floor. For the effort of climbing only one flight of stairs, a person could enter full Library Quiet, with wall to wall books, wooden carvings and solitude. We didn't stay very long. I had younger siblings, but once in a while it happened. Fun to remember. Thanks, Kimmee!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724432374556756119.post-76422552338782751772011-03-17T08:26:19.038-07:002011-03-17T08:26:19.038-07:00That is sweet, and awesome that your memory goes f...That is sweet, and awesome that your memory goes far back enough to remember looking at the book before you could read it!<br /><br />My fave memory is when I was about that young, my dad used to play out the Three Little Pigs with me. I would hide in his bedroom and he would huff, and puff, and KICK the door in. Best playmate ever.Amiehttp://www.diaperspeasandotherjoysofmotherhood.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com