Hush (Blog 2)

“Can you read it again, Nanny? Please?”, I pleaded with Nanny. 

“Goodnight Moon” by Margaret Wise Brown was one of my favorite books as a kid.  The bright colors and easy rhyming scheme filled my eyes and ears with imagination.

Nanny sighed and smiled. She picked up the book, “Goodnight Moon. There were three little bears sitting on chairs. And two little kittens. And a pair of mittens.”(Brown,1).  I listened to every word that rolled off her tongue. Nanny would read and read and read until she reached the page that said, “And a quiet old lady who was whispering ‘hush’.”(Brown,6) She would look at me with her big ocean blue eyes and say that she was the old lady whispering hush. Smiling and nodding, I would look back at the book and try to signal her to continue reading to me. Flipping the thick carboarded page that was worn in the corner, she continued on.  When the book ended, I looked at her with my best puppy-dog eyes and begged her to read it again.

Years later, Nanny passed away. I still come back to the book and remember all the fun memories. Smiling as the tears run down my cheek, I read the book over. Then I stop and stare at the picture of the quiet old lady.  For if I listen well enough, I can still hear her whisper, “Hush”.