

F is for Frederick, by Leo Lionni. Many of the posts I've read this week have taken me back to my childhood days, and while I was mulling over a topic for F..... Frederick suddenly came to me. It was read to us at school, it was read to us by the public librarian, it became a 6th grade fad, I read it to my children, I took my children to see the play.
A fad? Back in the day, Fletcher's Newsstand was an icon in our small town, as mentioned in another post, this store had a bit of everything, one of those things, in a box, on a shelf, just below waist height of a 6th grader, halfway down the main aisle in front of the cash register; were multiple stuffed mice, they were soft, and each one a different color. They had sweet little ears, whiskers and a tail and fit comfortably in your hand. We all had to have one. Unlike today, no one's parents sprung for multiples. We took them everywhere, but we especially liked to bring them to the public library for reading time.
Gosh, for thinking I had nothing to say, I could go on about Fletcher's (my Gram worked there for years), or the public library, or the content of the book itself -- but I'll spare you & tuck those away for another day.
If you haven't ever read it, or haven't in many years - I urge you to.
A simple, yet profound work.
Enjoy.


Welcome to the world E.B.
Don't you wish you could reach through the screen and touch him?


C is for Common Consideration. Spoiler alert, ranting and or raving ahead. Rude people bum me out, I'm sure they bother you too. I'm not perfect, I'm sure I have been rude before, and not as considerate of others as I should have been, but I do try. I can't think of an instance at the moment - oh, no, wait, I can.... where someone pointed out to me that I handled something poorly. I did what I would expect of others in return, I tried to patch things up and make it right, it took some time, but it was successful.