yccharels 2003-9-9 04:13 AM
情…深…似…海…
[b][size=3] There WaS no one qUite like my father
— in our town Of victor．When any
other man in town had an extra dOllar，he
bought a drink； when Father had an eXtre
dollar，he bought a book．Other people had
pictures on their walls， Or a least a Calendar;
we had books， 3000 of，them， lining every
vertical surface Of our htde four — room
house， on every subuect from astronomy to
zo-ology.
Father was the most persistent SCholar I
ever knew． Every summer he took a month
or so to attend Classes in Denver or
Omaha or Chicago．Twice a week，a neigh-
bor recendy arrived from Geimany came
over to converse with him in Geimany be-
cause he hoped some day to Study with the
great professors，of medicine in vienna．
Eventually，he earned seven degrees，attended
11 different coueges and universides， and in
1951， when he was 82 sent us a cheerful
little note from Endland to say that he had
just enroued for a graduate course EEliza-
bedlan lierature at Oxford．
My sistet，Pherbia，and I were the im-
mediate beneficiaries Of Father's instiable
hunger to lean． Every spring， carrying his
geologist's hammer，he would take us hiking
through the mountains to study mineral for-
madons and search fOr rocks and wildnowers
for his specimen Couecdons． We were ex-
pected tO identify all specimens without hes—
i-tadon． On winter nights， When Che skies
were especiany Clear from our， 10,000-foot
vantage point in the Roches， he would set
up a telescope and wake us tO come view
the stars， Which he then named with the
af-fecdonate familiarity of a local tour
guide． For the rest of my life， Wherever I
traveled around thiS earth，the stars remained
my friend.
Plain， disdnct speech was a particUlar
concem of my father and he was constantly
drilling me in the art of elocution．Before I
was three，he was reading aloud to me from
he Bible， Shakespeare and Mark Twain．
thereafter， I read aloud to him so he could
work on my dicdon． By the time I was in
he fifth grade，I could recite from a whole
range of classical literature and poetry—
and had tO be pre-pared tO do so at a
moment's notice． Once， when we hapened
tO meet near the church， he swept me in—
side， stood me up in the pulpit and said,"
GO ahead． “ It was a familiar Signal． I
promptly launched into a recitation while，
from a rear pew， Father kept coaching， ”
asprate your H's! Louder! And put more
fire into it!”
Of course， here have been times as a
young man， when l got tried of study and
devoted my dme to playing. Then Father
Would ad-monish me succinctly by quodng
a saying from Shakespeare， ”If all the year
were playing holidays， to sport would be as
tedious as’to work．”
Obviously， his efrorts were not entirelVy
in vain， for my voice has enabled me to
earn a fair liveuhood． But thaC fact doesn't
begin tO deone the enormous debt I owe
my father．[/size][/b]
奶嘴魔法师 2003-9-18 03:37 AM
情…深…似…海…
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