Hope you all had a good Mother's Day. Here are some of the memories you shared about reading with mom. Polly M. wrote "My mom died of cancer when she was 27 and I was 4. I have very few memories of my mother, but one of them is reading a book while sitting on my mom's lap under a tree in the park next to the library. I still live in the same town so I've gotten to take my kids to the same park and read with them after picking up books from the library. " Justine S. shared a childhood tradition that's managed to continue. "I still read with my 84 year old mother daily (she and my father live with us). Every week we all meet with my sister (who lives next door) and our close friend and have dinner and Silent Book Club at a nearby restaurant. That means, we eat dinner and talk about what each of us is reading, then we sit and read quietly for an hour or so." And Pamela C. wrote "My mother introduced me to A.A. Milne early and often. We both loved those denizens of the Hundred Acre Wood and entertained ourselves on long car rides as our peripatetic family moved from town to town by taking turns reciting long passages from memory. Senior year in college I wrote a seminar paper on Eeyore's identity crisis — only then realizing his name was onomatopoeic. In graduate school I read the books to my boyfriend — now husband of 51 years — over a bottle of Cold Duck. As an adult, I visited the original stuffed animals in a New York City library, and framed pictures of them await my great grandchildren, if and when they arrive. My mother and I both read the beloved tales to my children and grandchildren." See you next week! | 
