Our family lived one year of my childhood in Saratoga Springs, NY., a fact that makes that year stand in relief within the stream of childhood memories. My mother quickly discovered the library was within walking distance and enrolled us in the summer reading program. We even had a brief flash of fame as the local paper featured a picture of us four oldest children in the matching shirts and shorts Gram had made, our heads bent over books in the library. I won the reading contest for my age group, largely because I read not only my books, but all my siblings as well, loving to read aloud to them.