Monday, February 18, 2013
My first introduction to Reader's Digest came when I was barely literate. I had learned to write--names mostly--and as I flipped through a copy of good old RD at my grandmother's house, out fluttered one of those annoying cards. Practicing my new penmanship skills, I filled it out--my father's name and address, my grandmother's name and address, and my great grandmother's name and address. I walked it out to the mailbox, placed the card inside, lifted then flag, and promptly forgot about it--until I saw the mail truck pass. I confessed my deeds, and my dad, wearing a stern face that must have hidden amusement, promised he would pay for all three subscriptions if I would promise to administer to him the test called "It Pays to Increase Your Word Power" every month when the new issue arrived. I kept my word.
As it turns out, my older relatives kept taking the magazine until their deaths, as far as I know. I suspect that amid the Southern Living and Family Circle at Mom and Dad's house, there have been copies of Reader's Digest until now. In fact, they still read the Condensed Books, which I suspect exist mainly for props at the High Point Furniture Market.
I've moved away, so I have given Daddy the word power test in years, but he has continued to call me and gloat whenever he's score 19 or 20 right. I'll admit that I've done the same myself.
R. I. P. little magazine.
Posted by Nancy at 5:28 PM