As a child living in the country in the 1950's, when tv was only on a few hours a day, imagination was the most important gift I had. From the day I read my first book Black Beauty, reading was my greatest pleasure. And to me, the best days of the month were the days when the magazines arrived.
Reader's Digest, Woman's Day, Family Circle and at school, the National Geographic. 
I was so excited that I was like Lassie at four o'clock. If I'd had a tail, I'd have wagged it.
The Geographic opened my eyes and my mind to people and places all over the world.
Readers Digest, stories, health,science, human interest and lots of jokes.
Woman's Day and Family Circle had recipes, woman's issues and most of all Mrs. Daffodil. The pen name of Gladys Tabor an American who lived in an old farmhouse in New England.
Her writing style was so simple and soothing. I have at my side right now, two of her out of print editions.
I can remember smoothing the glossy but rumpled pages after others had 'read'? these mags. I caressed them. I sniffed the paper, smelling both it and the ink.
Ah! Halcyon days....the days the magazines arrived.
I remember.