Evolution

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Howling winter winds pounding the snow into hard packed drifts. Howling summer winds snatching the precious top soil from the fields. Isolated. Lonely. No electricity. No radio. No television. What was a child to do?

Read. No matter that there were less than half a dozen books in the house. They could always be read and reread.

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The fuzzy wuzzy Santa lost much of his fuzz from all the touches. The pop-up book barely escaped tears from all the pulling to see what treasures were in those pictures.

And what did that child do when she was an adult? Bought books of course—and to replace the pop-up books of childhood, she bought Nick Bantock’s Griffin and Sabine series with their letters to be pulled out, unfolded, read, and tucked back into their envelopes.

And what did that child do when she had children of her own? Bought them books of course, the favorites being pop-ups which they read over and over again. That mother marveled with her children at the magic of the books with their pullout bits, their wheels to turn, their pages that magically grew as they were opened and the school house with all the windows to peer into.

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And what did that child do when she had a granddaughter? Bought her books of course, the favorites being pop-ups which they read over and over again. That grandmother marveled with her munchkin at the magic of the intricate designs–whole playgrounds that popped up to surprise and delight them.

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We’ve come a long way, baby. A long way.

Santa Claus and the Little Lost Kitten by Louise W. Meyers 1952

Santa’s Christmas Party by Helen Sterling 1951

Mother Goose – Hallmark (no date)

School Bugs by David A. Carter 2000

 

 

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12 comments on “Evolution

  1. Yup, my grandkids and great grandkids call me the book Gramma. I never show up without a book or two for them. My old Fuzzy Wuzzy book was the three bears. Thank heaven we didn´t have a TV until I was eleven or twelve. (and then there was only 1 channel, CBC)

  2. The storytelling never stops. Makes for happy times. Books; they are one of the wonderful things that are passed on from generation to generation.

  3. Even when we finally got TV, books still held greater interest. Too much watching inhibits your imagination and takes away from the intensely personal experience one can have through reading.Of course, my favorites all had horses in them, and oh my how they invited me to dream big dreams.

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