Crackles rang from the wood stove. Fire devoured the wood inside, efficiently providing heat for the cool fall afternoon. Above the faint sounds of the fire, I heard my aunt reading aloud. The story was not new, but I was soon caught up in it as if for the first time.
They say reading aloud to your children builds their interest in reading. But I believe more than that was instilled in my brothers and me during those long winter evenings. All three of my brothers went on do some form of mission work. I wish to follow in their footsteps. I know those missionary biographies had an impact on our lives.
Long after my brothers left home, Mom continued the tradition.
aloud was simply a part of my schoolwork each day. It is no secret that I’m an ardent admirer of Anne of Green Gables. We do share the same name after all. (Please don’t forget the “e”.) Reading
I like to imagine that I have red hair and am just like Anne, writing her dreams and imagination into stories. Only I use a keyboard instead of a pen. I’ve never won a baking powder contest. But I have been “published” on the World Wide Web.
Could winter evenings, a good book, and a fire do that? I like to think so.
Leaves are falling with the north wind. Find a good book, pop some popcorn, and join your family in broadening your horizons—and your imagination.
Bethanne lives on a farm in the
Midwest with her parents. She enjoys watching the sunset after a lovely day, which usually includes chocolate, nieces and nephews and a good book.