Sunday, October 28, 2007
It’s time to get back to serious matters on this blog.
What better way to do so than with a book?
And not just any book.
The above is a photograph of my childhood copy of Winnie the Pooh. (Probably stolen from my older sister but possession is nine-tenths of the law.)
This is the book that was read to me, that I eventually read on my own and, that, yes, I defaced - although that’s rather a harsh word for the scribblings of a little girl.
At the time, it was imperative that I trace the path from Pooh’s house to Christopher Robin’s house to Piglet’s house to Rabbit’s house…
It just seemed the right thing to do.
I uncovered this gem while going through a box of books from university. Which begs the question – had I taken this book with me to university? How attached was I to Winnie the Pooh and friends?
As a child, I thought the dedication in this book was written especially for me.
Hand in hand we come
Christopher Robin and I
To lay this book in your lap.
Say you’re surprised?
Say you like it?
Say it’s just what you wanted?
Because it’s yours –
Because we love you.
(I still think it was written just for me….)