I don't think children's inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house; they want places to play.
I had a very wise mother. She always kept books that were my grade level in our house.
I have lovely memories of Los Angeles in the 1930s. I came down to live with my mother's cousin and they invited me to come and go to junior college for a year.
We didn't have television in those days, and many people didn't even have radios. My mother would read aloud to my father and me in the evening.
Ramona stepped back into her closet, slid the door shut, pressed an imaginary button, and when her imaginary elevator had made its imaginary descent, stepped out onto the real first floor and raced a real problem. Her mother and father were leaving for Parents' Night.
My mother would read aloud to my father and me in the evening. She read mainly travel books.