My favourite books growing up in no particular order:
1. All the Oz books but I think I liked Land of Oz and Ozma of Oz best
2. Pippi Longstocking
3. The Danny Dunn series
4. The Mad Scientist Club – I loved, Loved Loved this book and still do.
5. A Child’s Garden of Verse
6. The Just So Stories
7. The How and Why books
8. Mary Poppins
9. The Borrowers
10. Babar the Elephant
11. There was a whole series of biographies of famous people as children and I have no idea who wrote them but there were at least 30 in the series but I think my favourites were Clara Barton and Booker T Washington. Mostly I remember they all had the same red library binding
12. Caddie Woodlawn
13. Hailstones and Halibut Bones
14. The WInd in the Willows
15. A Wrinkle in Time
16. Anne of Green Gables
17. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
18. Peter Pan
19. The Sword in the Stone
20. Alice in Wonderland
21. The Blue Fairy Book
22. Ferdinand the Bull
24. Bedknobs and Broomsticks
25. The Velveteen Rabbit
Thalassa had an excellent blog here this am:
on reading aloud to your kids. I have no doubt that the reason I could read at three was because I was read aloud to. We got read to twice a day. I don’t think they planned it that way. I think it just happened because I was a notoriously bad nap taker so Mom started reading to my brother and I in the afternoons and my Dad read to us something different before bed.
I can still remember some of the books too. My favourite for a long while was a series about Henrietta the goose that I’m afraid is no longer in print because I haven’t found it anywhere. What comes up in a search is about a goose who thinks she is a horse and the publication date is way too new. These would have been published in the 1950’s or before. We also loved to Swedish sets of books that happily are in print, Snipp, Snapp and Snurr and Flicka, Ricka and Dicka by Maj Lindman printed in English in the 1930’s. I still have them up on a shelf. We loved the adventures of the two sets of triplets.
But the reading that caught my attention was when Mom started reading the Land of Oz books to us. Mom would read up until an exciting part and then stop for the day. This drove me crazy as a child. One day my brother was complaining loudly to Mom that that was not where she left off the day before and that was how they discovered I could read. I’d been so annoyed the day before with Mom leaving off that I had snuck the book and read ahead to find out what happened next. I still hate cliffhangers unless I’m writing them.
Mom had been a first grade teacher but I don’t think she intended for me to learn to read that way. I don’t remember sitting with her to learn how letters sounded or to learn to recognize them. I just remember having to be where my right eye could see the page clearly and learned to follow along. Somewhere in this I also learned to alternate lines reading one line in one direction and the next back the other direction so I could read faster. That was not how my first grade teacher was teaching when I got there and I was really bored with stupid Dick and Jane and Puff and Spot at the time. I didn’t like reading baby books but I couldn’t read aloud and strangely I still have trouble with it.
Mom had a strange list of books that we read. For some reason she hated Pooh and I never even ran into Winnie the Pooh until I was an adult. I asked her why once and she said they were too babyish for us.
My Dad read us the Just So Stories and I loved them and drove him nuts asking over and over for the tale of the Elephant’s Child. We read the Emperor’s New Clothes and lots of fairy tales with Dad. Dad also liked reading nursery rhymes and A Child’s Garden of Verse by R.L. Stevenson. We read the story of Greyfriar’s Bobby and I was thrilled when Disney made the movie. Dad also read us Dr Seuss. From Dad we got the sounds of words and stories with proper endings before bed. From Mom we got long books and I think she was attempting to give us a longer look and love of full books. Either way my brother and I learned to love the printed word and when my more active sister finally came along 10 years after me she had a hard time when we were all reading at night and she wanted to play but she finally got with the program.
May your day be full of bright light on your soul. May you have all the sweets you desire in measure. May you have a warming drink of your choice. (milk or coffee if you are Swedish).
May you radiate the light to others.
5 whole eggs
1 lb of powdered sugar
½ tsp lump powdered ammonia (Also called Baker’s Ammonia)
2 drops oil of anise
Flour to make stiff enough to knead
Beat eggs well
Add other ingredients
Roll ¼ inch thick
Print with mold
Let stand overnight
Bake at 350 degrees until straw coloured
If you cannot find Baker’s Ammonia you can substitute an equal amount of baking powder. Baker’s Ammonia was used in Northern European recipes pre-baking powder. If you do use the Baker’s Ammonia, do not sample the dough! It’s a leavening agent that is harmless after cooking but your kitchen may stink a bit during baking.
Celebrate the birth of the Sun
Light the way O Lucina.
Dance around the altar’s light.
Blessed be the Great Mother!
Another of the Swedish ones. Just in time for St. Lucy Day
1 lb butter
1 lb sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 ¼ lb flour
Cream butter and sugar
Add eggs and mix well
Add flour to make smooth paste
Put in cookie press with die of your choice
Bake 8-12 minutes at 400 degrees