On pretending to be little again

If my Mum was my biggest reading influence when I was a child, then my Gran would have to come as a close second. My Gran has always been a big library user (being a librarian herself), and keeps a record of all the books she has read in an address book, filed alphabetically by author. She has page somewhere in that address book with a list of all the books she has given me for birthdays and Christmases – she began my love of Agatha Christie and fuelled my obsession with Odo Hirch. Some of the picture books she used to read to my sister and me when we visited had been read to my Dad when he was young, and some had been read to Gran my by Great-Nan. I especially remember multiple readings of The Story of Ping. 

Yesterday my Gran, my sister Annabelle and I visited The Book Affair, a wonderful second-hand and antiquarian bookshop. I’ve talked about visiting The Book Affair before, but it was my Gran who noticed that the shop had moved around the corner from her. I will talk more about our visit and what I bought another time, but I will tell you about one of the books I bought – Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne. Now, I’ve never read Winnie-the-Pooh, or any of Milne’s other books about Christopher Robin and his friends, but I have strong memories of listening to Now We Are Six and When We Were Very Young on tape in the car when driving with my Gran. We used to listen to the poems and count chimney pots whenever we were driving. So when I saw Winnie-the-Pooh while exploring the bookstore with my Gran, I knew I had to buy it.

IMG_2856

When I told Gran so much later, she recited her favourite poem from memory:

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy. I know that’s right.
Wasn’t it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold’s so cold, and the hot’s so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy – I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny’s dressing gown on the door.
It’s a beautiful blue, but it hasn’t a hood.
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood and if I lie in bed,
And put the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I’m there at all.

Oh! Thank you God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said “Bless Daddy,” so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember. God bless Me.

Little boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head,
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

IMG_2875

After visiting The Book Affair, we went back to Gran’s house and played Chinese Checkers and drink Bickford’s Lime Cordial – just like we did when we were little. It was lovely. Gran then pulled out some old books for me that she thought might be on the 1001 Children’s Books list, including The Story of Ferdinand and Struwwelpeter. Struwwelpeter had been given to my Grandfather’s sister (my great-aunt) from Father Christmas is 1931. I’ve mentioned before that I love old books because of all the history that has been soaked up between the pages, but there is something even more special about an old book that has your own history in it, your family history in it. It is a book that is thrice as special to me now. 

Advertisements

3 comments

  1. Keryl

    Hi Georgi
    I’ve always remembered The Story of Ping from my childhood days and enjoyed reading it again as its on the 1001CB list. Like you I had never read Winnie The Pooh until just last week – yes it’s on that list again! I’m now reading The Min Min which I imagine is an Australian classic – I have vivid images of the fettlers cottages as we visited some ruins next to the old Ghan railway a couple of years ago when we travelled north to see Lake Eyre in flood.
    I’m plodding along steadily with “the list” and randomly read a mix of titles from each of the age groups. Having fun though!
    Happy Reading Keryl

  2. Pingback: On giving books a good home | 1001 Children's Books

  3. Pingback: On sitting under the cork tree smelling the flowers | 1001 Children's Books

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: