One Reader: My Grandma

By Morgan Scherrer

As a young child I would say 6 or 7, I spent countless days at my grandparents’ house.  They have a gorgeous house placed nicely on the shores of Lake Freeman.  My grandma has always had an eye for books.  There was not a time where you would not see her without her book.  My whole family knows if they want a good book to read my grandma would be the one to go to.  As a kid I had thought she read every book imaginable.    When she was nowhere to be found you could always look on the screened in porch near the lake water.  She would be sitting there quietly with the windows open letting in the cool breeze from the water flow in, sitting in her big brown comfy chair with her book open.  It was quite on that porch, besides the crackle of the pages being turned and the occasional wave crashing against the water or the peaceful sound of a boat drive by.  For Christmas a few years back we got her a Kindle, and I have never seen her so happy in her life.  I would always ask her to read to me.  My spot was right next to hers and I would sit there and listen.  I loved it when she read the Harry Potter books to me.  That was my favorite series and I think that they were her favorite as well.  I loved imagining Harry Potter and everyone flying around on little broom sticks.  We would sit there for hours and hours just reading.  It was the perfect setting for the perfect book.  I have yet to meet a person who appreciates a good book as much as my grandma did.  She spent any free she had with her mind engulfed in a book.  I would always think that I would be just like that when I grew up.