I was a pretty avid (and early) reader as a kid. Some of my earliest teachers didn’t know quote what to do with a kid that was already reading, but a few them helped nurture my love of books. One of those teachers was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Estrada. When I left third grade, Mrs. Estrada gave me this copy of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,” by Mark Twain. The book was old and worn when she gave it to me 30 years ago, and looks older and more worn now.
I ran across the book while out cleaning my garage last weekend. After opening up the book I saw something that I must’ve known but had forgotten. Right above where Mrs. Estrata wrote my name in the book for me, you can see that the book was originally a Christmas gift for a boy named Howard in 1945.
The last page of the book contains Howard’s full name and address. I’m going to try and contact him and see if he wants his book back. I’ll let you know how it goes.