One of my teachers suggested the quote beside my high school picture. It stands as an encouragement to me to this day. Seven years in the US Navy and thirty years as a high school teacher delayed my intention to achieve the goal of authoring a novel. I’m currently writing my third.
I graduated from a small country school fifty-two years ago. My graduating class was composed of twenty-one students: seven boys, and fourteen girls. I knew even back then that I wanted to write. The curriculum in my school was very limited; my French teacher couldn’t speak French and had never been to Paris, the highest-level math class available was Algebra III. I’ve often remarked and think it to be true that I learned more in the library than in most of my classes.
The school library, a single room with filled shelves of old books, was a wonderland for me. Any time I could leave class and visit the library was a time of special treat. I didn’t know it was ill-equipped having few modern editions and virtually no other media. It contained books, lots of books; that was enough for me.
Through books, I visited other lands and other places. I went on adventures. Of the many dozens, I read, “Mysterious Island” by Jules Verne, and “Black Beauty” by Anna Sewell stand out in my memory. Even though it will probably be a digital download rather than a book, I hope that one day one of the novels I have written will mean as much to a young girl or boy.