I’m on a bit of a childhood nostalgia kick this week. First, Davy Jones’ death led me to relive some fun memories from my preteen years and now, today, I realized that it is Dr. Seuss’ birthday. Just thinking about that brings a sentimental tear to my eye.
I grew up on Dr. Seuss. I was a good reader right from the start and my parents, wanting to encourage me, signed me up for the Dr. Seuss Book of the Month Club. We didn’t have a lot of money and I realize now that this subscription was probably a stretch for them, but nevertheless, my Dr. Seuss book arrived every month. When my mom would bring in the mail, I could see immediately if my book was included and I couldn’t wait to break open the packaging to get my hands on it. The singsong rhyming words played games in my mouth. I loved them then, I loved them when my children were little and I love them now. I wasn’t a huge Cat-in-the Hat fan – he was simply too naughty for my sensibilities, but I loved One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. The Book of the Month Club was, perhaps, the best money my parents ever spent. My love of books was established and it’s a love affair that is still going strong. Happy birthday, Dr. Seuss!