Pink Saturday

What a lovely book. I have so many memories of my mother reading Winnie-The-Pooh to the four of us. We would take our baths and put on jammies and then my mom would choose which bed we'd sit on for the reading. She usually read us at least one chapter when she was reading a book to us. I never realized what a feat that is until I began reading aloud to children - it really takes stamina to read aloud for that long and to read well at the same time.

My mother is a champion reader. She reads very expressively without being over-the-top and, even now, I would love to hear her read. She just has a knack for reading in such a way that you stop thinking about who is reading, or how words are said, or even what is being said, and are able to get lost in your imagination; almost the way it is when you read silently to yourself - you don't "hear" yourself, though you are reading the words. Rather you see it all in your minds eye. The way my mother reads allows her listeners to do that. I hope my children enjoy me reading to them as much as we enjoyed hearing my mom.

As I said this pink copy of Winnie-The-Pooh has a lot of great memories. This edition was printed in 1984, the year after I was born, and it's my pink happy thought for this week's Pink Saturday! For more Pink Saturday, visit our host, Beverly, at How Sweet The Sound.