At 02.14 this morning, going by my bedside clock-radio thing, which is 2 minutes fast and I haven’t got around to fixing it, I woke for the first time. Pretty good, when I think about it, it’s usually the 3rd time.
Naturally, I couldn’t go back to sleep, just lay there, listening to my cicada chums and the rain belting down, when a strange thought came to mind; again!
I was tossing up whether to fire up my steam-driven computer, and write a new,or finish a draft ‘Blog’, or turn on the idiot box and watch some rubbish. So being a decisive sort of bloke, I decided to do nothing, except listen to my chums and the rain.
Of course, the old grey matter started to wander, and I started thinking about different books I’ve read, and the strangest realization came to me regarding my reading habits.
I’ve been reading for close on 80 years now, started school in September of 1938 and it was real school, not kindergarten playtime, I can still recall quite clearly the teacher giving me a wallop, because she thought I was messing about with writing my letters. And I was all of 3½ years of age. 🙂
Over the decades I, like most ‘readers’, have read a countless number of books, who knows how many; hundreds? Thousands? Who ever thought of keeping count? None of us, I imagine; we’re too busy doing what we do best.
Those amongst you, who’ve read my posts from time to time, have in all probability come to the conclusion that I’ve read a bit of history. It’s always been right up there in the number one spot! Sometimes I think it’s my strong suit.
It must have been shortly after V.E. day in 1945 that I joined my first library; would you believe it’s still there?
A bit run down and dilapidated but at least it’s still operating.
I thought you’d all be dying to see a picture of it and thanks to Google Earth you can! 😄
It was after joining the library, that I started reading fiction of my own choice, for the first time, like most I had to read Shakespeare et al at school, which I didn’t particularly like, however, I must have done something right, as in my leaving school certificate, it said I’d done very well in English Lit., and history naturally!
Edgar Wallace became a great favourite of mine, those not familiar with Mr Wallace are probably familiar with “King Kong”; I however, was a follower of the”Just Men” and “Sanders of the river”. He also wrote the first crime novel that I ever read: “On the spot”.
Back in the beginning of the 1960’s I came across a paper back Penguin Classic, I believe it may have been the first, or one of the first, of their ‘Classics’; a translation of Homer’s ‘Ilaid’ by Dr. E.V. Rieu.
I became hooked. Couldn’t put it down; it wasn’t easy reading as such, all these ancient ‘Greek’ names, impossible to pronounce at the time, he was a good man at the back he’d added a glossary and an aid to pronouncing names & places. I still have that very book, hidden somewhere amongst my stuff, all very old, and very yellow now.
These books raised my interest in the history of ancient civilizations, so I embarked on Herodotus, Thucydides, Sophocles et al, and all this lead me onto Assyro/Babylonian, Teutonic, Roman mythology.
As you can see, my taste in reading has been nothing, if not catholic, and for those that might be getting excited about me, and Catholicism, calm down 👿
But there has been something missing! 😳
Biographies, auto or otherwise; I cannot recall, try as I might, ever having read a biography!
Why, I have no idea, but it’s a fact. So, as you can see;
“It’s rather odd to say the least!”