I Also Read Comic Books

This post originally appeared in one of my old blogs.

I remember racing (okay, so not exactly racing, but it's a good cliche) to the corner candy store on Tuesdays and Thursdays to see which comic books had come in. Then, there was the ecstatic agony of deciding which ones to buy. Of course, I did have some favorites that I always bought, and my Aunt Lily (really my great-aunt, my Baba's sister) could usually be counted on to treat me to a comic or two every week.
My favorites were "Sugar and Spike", "Little Lulu","Dennis the Menace", "Little Audrey", "Little Dot", "Richie Rich", "Archie", "Betty and Veronica", and, as I grew older, "Superman", "Lois Lane", "Jimmy Olsen" and "Supergirl". I didn't start reading "Batman" until the TV show whet my appetite.
I should also admit that I liked "Tippy Teen". Anyone else remember her short-lived comics? In some ways, her universe resembled the "Archie" universe. Among Tippy's friends were a Moose-like boy called Animal, and a Dilton Doily type whose name escapes me at the moment.
No wonder the Tippy universe resembled, in some ways, the Archie universe. I've just found out, through a Google search, that Dan Decarlo, who worked on many of the "Archie" and "Betty and Veronica" comics, also worked on "Tippy Teen". LOL!
I am delighted, absolutely delighted, that so many comic stories from my childhood and earlier have been reprinted, either in digest form, or in hardcover. I'm even more delighted that some are available online.

My VERY OWN Library Card

This post is expanded from a post on one of my older blogs.
Almost every day after school, my Baba and I would go to the rather small, but to my childish eyes quite big enough, Brighton Beach Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library, then located on Ocean Parkway. We'd browse among the picture books, and then I would choose a few books (as hard a decision, for me, as deciding what to get at the corner candy store!) Baba would check the books out on her library card; I was too young to have my own.
We'd go over to one of the benches on Ocean Parkway, and read at least one of the
books together. Usually, we saved the rest of them to read at home. Not that I minded reading
the books again and again. Most, if not all, bookworms are great re-readers.
And then, finally, when I was in the second grade, I was old enough for my very
own library card.(thrill thrill thrill!) I felt so grown-up that day. My very own library card!
The first book I took out on my VERY OWN library card was "Betsy and Billy" by Carolyn Haywood. I chose for two reasons: I had already read and loved her first book, "B is For Betsy", and I wanted to be seen leaving the library with a thick, grown-up looking book.

Multi-blogging

I am a multi-blogger, working on several blogs at once.
Thank God we don't have to limit ourselves to just one blog!

Reading one of The "Pollyanna" Books

Eleanor H. Porter wrote only two "Pollyanna" books before her death, but these books, and Pollyanna herself, were so popular that the publisher commissioned other writers to continue the series. I'm now reading
"Pollyanna's Western Adventure", by Harriet Lummis Smith.

Lake County Right to Life Blog: 'Download abortion' coming soon?

Lake County Right to Life Blog: 'Download abortion' coming soon?

God help us!

This Makes NO Sense At All

First of all, I want to make it as clear as I can that I absolutely oppose the death penalty, and for the same reason I oppose abortion, assisted suicide, and euthanasia. I oppose these things because taking a human life is playing God.

However, the most vicious criminal can be executed by lethal injection; in other words, put to sleep like a beloved pet. Meanwhile, innocent babies are being torn limb from limb in their mothers'wombs.





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Euthanasia: Mercy, or Murder?

Is euthanasia mercy, or is it murder?
I say, it all depends.
If we are talking about a sick, suffering animal who cannot be helped
any other way, then it is mercy. It is the last, and the hardest, loving
act we do for a cherished pet.
But when it comes to a human being, then it is murder. Yes, it is hard, very hard, to watch a loved one suffer. When my Baba was dying from stomach cancer, I prayed that God would take her, and when He did, I thanked Him for ending her suffering.
Yes, I thanked Him, but He was the only One Who had the RIGHT to end that suffering.
I would never have done anything to hasten Baba's death, even by an hour. Even by a minute. Even by a second.

[Originally posted in my RandomThingsBy RochelleTheresaBrown blog.]