When I was a little girl, I had an old book that had belonged to my mother when she was a little girl in Sugar Tree, Tennessee. It was a volume of fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen.
How I loved that book! I read the stories over and over. And I still love those stories. Now I usually read them on my iPad.
I don't know what happened to that beautiful old book. The book cover was a muted shade of turquoise, which was coincidentally my favorite color (my bedroom was painted turquoise when I was a…Read more