The brain is the strangest of computers.I'm currently feeding some friends' cat whilst they're away galavanting in Blighty. And, this morning on my way home (as I 'trudged' through half a centimeter of snow), I was reminded of two of my absolute favourite childhood books. I wonder WHY?
Above is Pookie; the rabbit with wings. I used to cry every time my mother read this one to me, and no doubt I still would if I had to read it to my grandchildren.
I still have the books, but I'm afraid they're both in a pretty poor state from far too much use. I'm sure that much of my enjoyment of them was on account of their beautiful illustrations.
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It's amazing how our brain works and what it brings us in the place and time it chooses.
It’s nice you still have a cherished book from your childhood.
What wonderful books. How funny our minds are.
I had a few beautiful ones from my childhood they were old but lovely. They were burned in the wildfire that took our home. I miss them.
cheers, parsnip
Even though this was 8 years ago, I can still remember the occasion.
Yes, I still have both of them, but mine are not in as good condition as the ones illustrated.
That's very sad. I feel so sorry for people who lose EVERYTHING through fire.
What great tales. You're so lucky to still have those books. My favourite book back then was 'By a Silver Stream'. After a long search I found it one day on a second hand book store on the web...for over 200 pounds!
Oh, lovely revisit! Owing to lack of space, I have a bit of a policy that any new book to come to the home must be offset with the sacrifice of another, yet I have a few of my cherished childhood books taking pride of place and they will always remain there. I would cry a river if I lost them in a tragedy.
If one was lucky enough to have some really memorable books as a child, they never leave you. £200 was probably worth the money.
We seem to have accumulated a lot of trashy novels in recent years. I'm trying to persuade Lady M to give them away. No success so far!
I am not familiar with either of these books, unfortunately. Seems like my childhood was lacking. The only books I can remember loving were at a slightly older age - Jane Eyre and The Water Babies, although I confess I did struggle to understand that one!
Both the ones above were more 'bedtime story books'; from before I could read.
The children sort of look like Mabel Lucie Attwell or however it was spelt! Long time ago.
It was very much a style of drawing of the period, that I think Atwell established.
I have a small collection of well worn books from my childhood. The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein was one my mother read to me and I love it to this day. I was not familiar with Pookie but the cover art and your description intrigued me. I now have a copy on the way. :)
My foremost memory of Pookie was 'crying'. Be warned; you'll need a box of Kleenex!
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