Reading Places No Limits On Imagination

By Charles Cooper

Hello everyone, hope you’re having a good week.  
The personal interviews are being suspended this week but will continue shortly. My son, Jamie, flew in from Portland, Oregon for the first time in over a year and we had a lot of catching up to do.  He is teaching for two of the major online universities as well as doing freelance writing for one of the leading basketball magazines.  One of the first things he wanted to do was tour Rowan Oaks, the Faulkner home in Oxford, which we did last Wednesday.
As it happened I was the only one including the tour guides who had actually seen Mr. Faulkner on many occasions.  Seeing all the pictures in the house, I remembered how he looked in the tweed jacket with the ever-present pipe. Of course they all wanted to know if I had ever a conversation with him and, sadly, I said only to say hello on the street.
Thursday we went by so he could meet the Herald staff and we also stopped in J. Clayton’s gallery. We then toured Blackmur Library and he was impressed. Water Valley can be justly proud of the library, which could hold its own with those in much larger towns.  
Some of my favorite authors such as Lee Child, Michael Connelly. Vince Flynn, Stephen Coonts, David Baldacci, and W.E.B. Griffin’s latest editions were on the shelves.  
From a personal observation I saw more people using the computers than were looking at books.  No one is more appreciative of modern technology than I am, but nothing expands the mind like reading because it places no limits on the imagination.  
Nannie Badley told me such wonderful stories before I could read and I would try to visualize how they looked. We had to use our imaginations a lot more back then.  
When I was in the Air Force, the most advanced thing we could do was to make a record to send to our families back home. That was “high-tech” back in those days.  This was brought into focus recently when Edward Scanlon and I were sorting through mother’s keepsakes and found one of those records, which I had completely forgotten.  
I remember that we would go to something like an arcade and you would pay to sit in a booth and make a record. Before this, people wrote letters to their families and, even if someone had a phone, long distance phone calls were basically out of the question.  
Being able to send a record was special because your family could hear your voice when you were away. I look forward to finding a record player so that I can hear myself from all those years ago.  
As always, I would appreciate any input you have of any long forgotten memories.  My email address is still cncooper1 or write me at P.O. Box 613189, Memphis, TN  38101.  
Have a great week!

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