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.
And this is Ameliaranne who fought off bullies, organised concerts, and was an all-round good egg (a junior Judy Garland of her literary day).
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.
It's amazing how our brain works and what it brings us in the place and time it chooses.ReplyDelete
Even though this was 8 years ago, I can still remember the occasion.Delete
It’s nice you still have a cherished book from your childhood.ReplyDelete
Yes, I still have both of them, but mine are not in as good condition as the ones illustrated.Delete
What wonderful books. How funny our minds are.ReplyDelete
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.
That's very sad. I feel so sorry for people who lose EVERYTHING through fire.Delete
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!ReplyDelete
If one was lucky enough to have some really memorable books as a child, they never leave you. £200 was probably worth the money.Delete
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.ReplyDelete
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!Delete
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!ReplyDelete
Both the ones above were more 'bedtime story books'; from before I could read.Delete
The children sort of look like Mabel Lucie Attwell or however it was spelt! Long time ago.ReplyDelete
It was very much a style of drawing of the period, that I think Atwell established.Delete
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. :)ReplyDelete
My foremost memory of Pookie was 'crying'. Be warned; you'll need a box of Kleenex!Delete