A long time ago, far, far away in Hartford, Ark., there lived a 6-year-old who fell in love with window seats. Why did she fall in love with window seats, you rightfully ask? Because the book "Poinsettia and Her Family" spoke to her innocent heart.
Poinsettia was a tiny pig with big dreams: She wanted to merely read her favorite book, but she had many brothers and sisters who occupied her favorite reading spots! And, as you -- adept reader -- might have already surmised, one of her favorite spots was the "buttery leather" of the window seat.
The young girl, the one reading the story, realized that small things, like a window seat, can become something invaluably precious. She hurried to her room and tried to sit on her windowsill, but alas, it was no buttery-leather window seat. The sun did not spread through her window, warming her body and her heart, and the sill was hardly sit-on-able.
But the young girl, like her heroine Poinsettia, found big dreams as well: She knew that when she goes into debt and purchases a house of her own, that her home would have a library and a leathery window seat, her own niche of refuge, where the sun would spread onto her like butter.
Then the young girl, when her grandfather let her choose one of his baby bovine for her own so that when he sold it at the cow auction she could have the money for her savings, named her chosen calf Poinsettia. It was only fitting, for Poinsettia represented all her tender hopes and dreams, dreams that she would deposit into her memory bank in the same way in which her parents deposited the $700 from Poinsettia the Cow.
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To see how "Poinsettia and Her Family" has influenced other children, click here.
Friday, October 20, 2006
When a book changes a life
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3 comments:
Reading Rainbow and window seats! Oh, Amy, if only we had known each other as kids! We would have been best of nerds...I mean...friends.
I had a window seat when we lived in Lubbock. I am guessing I was probably about 9 or 10, and I remember the sole reason for the window seat was so that I could curl up there and read.
And it was very much worthwhile.
Oh, window seats aren't that pricey, Kyle, just get your dad to come help build it.
All you'll have to do is tear down some abandoned building in LR, de-nail all the wood, strip the old paint off (it'll probably be lead based, you know), sand it, stain it, trim it out, and build the seat.
I estimate 190 hours of work. But only about $40 dollars of cost!
And whoever said time is money, well Bill Carter kicked his ass a LONG time ago.
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