Reading a favorite Berenstain Bears book with Lillian (5) she pointed at Papa Bear and asked:
“What’s that?”
“Papa Bear.”
“No what is the paper he is holding.”
“His newspaper.”
“What is a newspaper?”
And I realized: she’s never seen one, in five years.
“What’s that?”
“Papa Bear.”
“No what is the paper he is holding.”
“His newspaper.”
“What is a newspaper?”
And I realized: she’s never seen one, in five years.
And aside from the meditation on the implications for media/etc, I am reflecting that the newspaper was central to my relationship with Dad. He read the WSJ with me every weekend, before I even knew how to read along.
But I don’t read tweets/HN/news/etc to Lillian.
Hmm...
But I don’t read tweets/HN/news/etc to Lillian.
Hmm...
“Central?”
Maybe not the right word, but there were five of us, but he loved the routine of reading the WSJ and I was the only one who would happily read along and say “What’s an interest rate?”
Maybe not the right word, but there were five of us, but he loved the routine of reading the WSJ and I was the only one who would happily read along and say “What’s an interest rate?”
“Why did your father read the WSJ?”
He was a small businessman in real estate and partly wanted to be informed about e.g. which banks were expanding branch networks.
Also it was sort of a talisman. (I used it as same for years.)
He was a small businessman in real estate and partly wanted to be informed about e.g. which banks were expanding branch networks.
Also it was sort of a talisman. (I used it as same for years.)
