“To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.” ~ Phyllis Theroux
Last night Mr B came home from work with a pile of “googly eyes” board-books for Madeleine, and this one for me. Did you know that the British Air Force kept more than 20,000 pigeons to carry intelligence during the first World War? Or that Hammurabi the King of Babylon invented one of the earliest postal systems (almost 4000 years ago)? Or how to make scented ink? I do, now. I am going to sparkle at dinner parties.
What are you reading right now?
I LOVE that book cover. And the name. Oh everything. It sounds great! I WISH I could encounter you at a dinner party
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One day we will have dinner. Or lunch. Or at least tea. I’m sure of it. And I will regale you with every random piece of trivia I know about snail mail. Or not. Because I wouldn’t actually do that to my friends!
I really love that cover, and what a lovely man Mr B is. How thoughtful. Let us what you think of the book? x
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What a great book to be reading. Havent read a book for a little bit!! Too tired and fall asleep before I can read one page!
I did read (awhile ago) “My James” by Ralph Bulger. The only reason I could bring myself to read it was because it was written by James Dad and I wanted to find out about the sweet little boy. Unfortunately sweet James was forgotten about in the media and everyone focused on what had happened to him instead of remembering he was a little boy whose important to his family – and his Dad wanted everyone to share sweet James personality. It was not a book I could have read when my boys where younger and some parts I want to forget forever, but I am glad I got the courage up to read it because I feel like it helps James Dad to feel like his family was worth it.
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Oh gosh, I don’t think I could read that book. But I do applaud your reasons for tackling it, keeping little James’ memory alive.