My grandfather loved to read, so much so that when the library in the house ran out of space his books were in piles, first all around his easy chair where he would sit of an evening and read, then they began to creep into every corner and every space. Piles of books as high as my eyes. I could hide among them and often did.
My grandfather began to place books I could read here and there among the piles. When I would find them I’d take a pillow and find a hidden corner and begin to read. Treasure Island, Charlottes Web, The Jungle Book, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer , and Anne Of Green Gables, to name a few.
Every summer when we would arrive for our visit I could hardly wait to explore the stacks, a new maze, new books, a new hiding place… and let’s not forget the pack of Wrigley’s gum placed just so atop the latest adventure.