Why I Love Books

Some richness in my childhood…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

When I was about eight, I began to read Dr. Seuss’ marvelous tales, particularly about Bartholomew. His real name was Theodor Geisel (Yes, without an “e”). His lines/verses were lyrical. Today they have been dubbed Seussical. His illustrations were hilarious. The books were pure joy.

Like a bookend in my life, it has now been 26 years that I have lived in Theodor Geisel’s hometown, San Diego. It is a city where, significantly for young people, he helped UCSD become a stellar university with his philanthropy.

Also at around eight years of age, I learned with delight about an elephant named Babar. Jean de Brunhoff’s books about him captured my imagination. The illustrations were intriguing and colorful. So colorful, that, a green suit that I loved, a quarter century later, I wore to my wedding. I didn’t realize at the wedding, that, the green suit, that I so enjoyed, was…

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More About Loss “I used to think getting old was about vanity – but actually it’s about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.” Eugene O’Neil, who won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama four times.

I hardly knew my father. He never really connected with me and at some level disliked me.

In growing old, I have learned enough by the grace of God that, I think, if somehow he was still alive, we would have a lot to talk about.

I don’t know that anything would improve our relationship, but it sure would be wonderful to have time to possibly break through his veneer. 

I think we shared some flaws. That would help account for his dislike of the son he loved and vice versa. We never got near discussing that.

Maybe we could have related to each other more lovingly. It’s painful to know we just didn’t get the opportunity. Yes, getting old is about, “losing the people you love.”