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Sounds good, doesn't it? I'm sure I will get around to that—someday. But before I got started, my train of thought took off in another direction.
I suddenly remembered a book I
had as a child that was all about children living in Japan. It was a children's picture book, one of a series of books exploring the lives of
children in various cultures, that originally belonged to my mother. And in it I recall reading all about Boy’s Day (which has since been renamed Children’s Day apparently), which
was celebrated by flying kites.
Girl’s Day was a separate holiday. At least it was at that
time. I don’t know what’s become of it now. And it involved special dolls that, if memory serves,
could only be played with on that one day.
From there, as I remember, it was an easy leap to wanting to read more books about Japanese
Dolls. Which naturally led me to Rumer Godden’s books Miss Happiness and Miss Flower and Little Plum. And then to Ms
Godden’s other doll books, and then to doll books by other authors, such
as Helen Clare’s Five Dolls series.
That led me to thinking about other books I’d loved as a
child, too many of which I can no longer enjoy reminiscing over since I don't recall either the author or the title.
Perhaps I should try hypnosis? Hmmm...there’s a thought.
One book that I did manage to stumble across, not that long
ago, is called The Forgotten Door by
Alexander Key. It’s a YA science fiction story about a boy from a different
world who falls through a door and ends up on Earth.
Anyway, somewhere along the way my train of thought became derailed. All I could think about was all those books--some of which were written almost one hundred years ago--and that ended up being loved by generations. How wonderful is that? I don't think I can imagine anything better for an author.
Two of my favourite books as a kid were Ozma of Oz and The Diamond in the Window. I took them out over and over from the library.
ReplyDeleteAs an adult I acquired my own copies--and have read the books to my children. I just finished rereading The Diamond in the Window to my daughter and we both really enjoyed it.
Not all books from my childhood have held up as well, but those two did!