My father (born 1906) finished the 5th grade, but was one of the most well-read men I've ever met. When he came to live with us in later years he would read the Brittanica every day and started at the front and read straight along. Always had interesting things to say at our dinner table. When he died at 81 he was reading the "M" volume!
My father (born 1906) finished the 5th grade, but was one of the most well-read men I've ever met. When he came to live with us in later years he would read the Brittanica every day and started at the front and read straight along. Always had interesting things to say at our dinner table. When he died at 81 he was reading the "M" volume!
That's a wonderful anecdote, MH! He certainly set a fine example of the joys of learning.
For me it started with my paternal grandfather, a tailor from Poland, who came to the U.S. in the early 1900s. A union member and poor, he and my grandmother raised five children (four girls and my dad) and adopted another. You'd have thought there'd be no money for culture, but he had a little bookcase in the foyer, in which were books by Dickens and other authors of note. My father (born 1915) finished high school and was a purchasing agent. He collected books as well as records, starting with Enrico Caruso on 78 rpm's. There were always books and music in my life.
My father (born 1906) finished the 5th grade, but was one of the most well-read men I've ever met. When he came to live with us in later years he would read the Brittanica every day and started at the front and read straight along. Always had interesting things to say at our dinner table. When he died at 81 he was reading the "M" volume!
That's a wonderful anecdote, MH! He certainly set a fine example of the joys of learning.
For me it started with my paternal grandfather, a tailor from Poland, who came to the U.S. in the early 1900s. A union member and poor, he and my grandmother raised five children (four girls and my dad) and adopted another. You'd have thought there'd be no money for culture, but he had a little bookcase in the foyer, in which were books by Dickens and other authors of note. My father (born 1915) finished high school and was a purchasing agent. He collected books as well as records, starting with Enrico Caruso on 78 rpm's. There were always books and music in my life.