Children's books digression

My grandmother was a fabulous story teller. She had a tired, almost broken sound in her voice, but when she would tell a story to us you cold hear trickles of happiness fill the words she spoke. Often she would tell stories that she read in the Reader’s digest. I didn’t know the difference. It was better than a movie. We got some of her stories on video, but not enough and not during her prime storytelling years. Nothing is like watching grandma tell a story when you are 5 or 6. I still managed to enjoy what would later be my final visit with her during my freshman year of college. She told stories that should have been written down as children’s books. She makes me think our society needs to reinvest in quality storytellers. Maybe that is why I am trying to improve my writing. The standards of the written and spoken word are so high in my family, and I want to be a good grandma just like she was.