Pondering. . . .
ME AND MY DAD….
Sometimes I find myself given over to introspection—I suppose everyone does it now and then, but I grew up in an era where the common thought on raising children was ‘not too much praise, lest they become arrogant and prideful’.
So,growing up, I did not get much feedback , the consequence being, in my case, feeling unsure of just who I was.
Looking back now and remembering some of the discussions I had with my dad, I see that I was a curious child, who loved to read.
My dad always subscribed to the Reader’sDigest. I loved it, too and devoured each issue from cover to cover. Dad and I laughed together over the jokes, and talked about various articles that we had read. At the time I didn’t realize how important this discourse was to me. I do now.
I remember having a discussion with Dad about the principle of hydraulics in the sprouting of a seed, and once we talked about ‘goosepimples’ and what causes them! My dad never laughed at my odd curiosities and always discussed them seriously with me.
I read a lot and I am sure books helped to shape my thinking processes.
. Some of the popular books I recall reading during my high school days were awesome books:
Lloyd C. Douglas wrote THE ROBEand MAGNIFICENT OBSSESSION; Taylor Caldwell wrote DEAR AND GLORIOUS PHYSICIAN & THE CAPTAINS AND THE KINGS.
I loved HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY by Llewellyn, And KEYS OF THE KINGDOM by A.J. Cronin
My dad always inquired about the books I was reading and sometimes was shocked that I was reading books with SEX in them!
Because I was timid and non-assertive compared to my feisty sister, and my brilliant older brother, I did not have a high opinion of my own intelligence. My dad, in his way, helped to quietly build my confidence, and somewhere along the way I discovered a solid core of self- esteem buried somewhere within myself. Betty Owen, Notes 2015