Rick Gorud
Barb was my older sister and in our youth she had to babysit me, neither of us being overly thrilled about it. I would insist (age 3) she read the same little books over and over again--Toot the Tug, the Little Train That Could, and such. She soon insisted I learn to recognize a certain number of letters before she would read to me. She got out paper and crayons to quiz me on the letters. She taught me how to read and I was devouring little books before my 4th birthday. I have read voraciously ever since. I was able to skip a grade in school because of her efforts. I will miss her dearly. --Rick Gorud