Reading is the Key

by Rick Blumenberg / @RickBlumenberg

One day that stands out in my memory is the first time I went to a library. I’m not sure how old I was, perhaps second or third grade. My parents both loved to read and they not only made sure we had an education, but passed the love of reading to all their children. Partly because it was in the days before television we were all avid readers as soon as we learned.

We had a library in our home. It wasn’t large as I think of it now, but it was significant for a family of our economic level. We lived out in the country in Southeast Missouri and there was a library in nearby Charleston, the county seat. The first time I remember going to that library I was astounded that so many books were all in one place and that we could take them home to read for ourselves! To me it was one of the Seven Wonders of the World.

The thing I like best about books, magazines and newspapers is that with the ability to read one can literally travel the globe and visit places we could never otherwise go because of time and cost and other such mundane limitations.

It was probably with this in mind that I wrote the simple poem below. I call it

The Key

By Rick Blumenberg

Read my child

     And none can make you poor

For reading books shall be your key

     To the strong unyielding door.

With a book and time to read it

     The whole earth you can roam,

And where others cannot travel

     You will be at home.

Read my child

     And travel far upon the deep,

Walk abroad on distant shores

     While others are asleep!

A book shall be your barque

     To sail the distant seas

And reading be your shining wing

     To soar upon the breeze.

I'm Rick Blumenberg and that's 
My View from Tanner Creek.
    

Gift of Reading, Key to a Good Life

By Rick Blumenberg  / @rickblumenberg

I grew up in a reading home. Mom and Dad would read the paper together, trading sections as each finished. Living in a home before the days of television (and even pre-electric for the first few years) I realize we didn’t have some of the distractions of our present day but some evenings every person in the family would have a book in hand, or, be listening to one. And that fostered a love of reading. When Mom was an older teenager, she wrote a column for the local newspaper about neighborhood happenings. She was paid with a subscription and years later, when I was growing up, we still got a free paper that she had earned for us.

One of my fondest early memories was when Dad took us to the library in Charleston, Missouri, and we went home with an armload of books! And I discovered that when we had read them we could take them back and get more! It was an awesome experience for a boy who couldn’t remember a life without reading and had just discovered to read for himself. All of our family members are readers and book lovers, and many of us are writers. Some time ago I wrote two of my favorite poems on the subject of reading. I share them with you here. I dedicate them to my family—past, present and future—and to their love of reading.

The Gift

I received it from my parents

a lifetime ago.

The family read together—

it was part of being home.

One reading, others listening,

or each with book in sheltered cove

In summer ’neath the shade tree

in winter by the stove.

We gave it to our children—

this gift of love received,

before they could know or understand

the words that we would read.

Dr. Zeus and Eggemier, The train that Tried

            and the Little Red Hen—

We watched their bright eyes sparkle

as reading would begin.

And now our children's children

are readers once again.

I don't know when it started.

I hope it never ends.

                                                --Rick Blumenberg

The Key

Read my child

            and no one can enslave you.

A book shall be your golden key

            to a strong unopened door.

With a book and time to read it

            the whole earth you can roam

And where others cannot travel

            you will be at home.

Read my child

            and travel far upon the deep.

Walk abroad on distant shores

            while others are asleep!

A book shall be your ocean barque

to sail the distant seas

And reading be your shining wing

            To ride upon the breeze.

                                    --Rick Blumenberg

I’m Rick Blumenberg and that’s My View from Tanner Creek.