The Story Time MMP

It’s been a blurfy morning including a conversation with a woman at water aerobics about D’s passing which I swear (although I could have misheard her) ended with her saying “things could be worse.” Please tell me that I heard her wrong :dubious: because I know that she was trying to be comforting.

Childhood books? There’s really not much that I remember about my childhood. Reading How to Eat Fried Worms with my grandma seems to come to mind, though. :slight_smile:

Today is homework day. If I can get my one big project finished, it will be the only thing that I have left to do for that particular class.

ETA: Almost forgot to mention that I really, really hadn’t been paying attention as I’ve been showering at the Y and for the past couple of weeks the shower gel that I’ve been using turns out to have been a bottle of conditioner. Duh. :smiley:

The Happy Little Whale. The story was quite different until I learned to read.

Bored to death at my Maternal Grandmother’s home for an extended stay, a discovered a room full of books on the back porch, including the Pirate of Panama.

At least you’ve been moisturized!

My parents tell me I was an absolute fascist at bedtime, demanding that Green Eggs and Ham be read multiple times. The bedtime story I remember preferring was Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Once I was reading on my own, I was in the school library at least a couple of times a week to change out books. I read their entire collection of Peanuts, a biography series that associated a positive character trait with each person’s life story (like Helen Keller was ‘perseverance’ or something like that), and then my mom got me hooked on Nancy Drew. I got to where I could finish a book in just one day. Then there was Encyclopedia Brown, A Wrinkle in Time, and starting in middle school, fantasy and science fiction.

Blurf schmlerfl mumphsnarffle.
Coffee.

Yay, my first MMP post! I’m so nervous… maybe because I just drank a barrel of joe.

I gotta say Danny and the Dinosaur was my favorite book as a kid, mainly because of my obsession with dinosaurs. I’ve tried to read it to the 9 month old, but he’s more interested in trying to get it out of my hands so he can shred it to pieces :p. I’ll stick with the board books for a little longer, I suppose.

So, how long until I get a nickname? I hate my name (it seemed cool at the time :smack:). Is it illegal to ask for a nickname? That’s a dorky thing to do, isn’t it?

Shakily pours another cup of coffee, mumbles and shakes head, shuffles away

Oh boy, I loved and still love to read! Happy Monday and Happy Veterans Day, btw; and again a huge thank you to all who served and serve, and to their families as well (thanks for the reminder, Taomist!).

Let’s see, the first book that I really remember, I think, was The Pokey Little Puppy, which I delighted in and when I had kids, read it to them as well. I inherited my mother’s Nancy Drew, Bobbsey Twins and Judy Bolton books, and really enjoyed them. I also liked Walter Farley’s books, especially any of the Black Stallion books. And the Little House books of Laura Ingalls Wilder. And it was in elementary school that I read A Wrinkle in Time, which introduced me to the world of science fiction. :slight_smile: There are so many more, I just can’t think of them right now.

Thanks for such a great OP, Pearl!

I’ve had a great time re-buying all the books I had as a kid, for my daughter. Have to be thorough about Shel Silverstein, Dr. Seuss, Richard Scarry, Al Perkins, Maurice Sendak, and the Berenstain Bears. When she’s older it’ll be Ramona, Anastasia, Laura Ingalls Wilder, and Roald Dahl.

One particular favorite, and a one-off, is Panda Cake by Rosalie Seidler. So sweet and so nicely illustrated. She also likes the Little Golden Books she inherited from my aunt, particular Doctor Dan and Nurse Nancy.

Finished my tea; lazy day today at home, since it’s a stat holiday (Remembrance Day); PiperCub is watching “The Mighty Knights” on Backyardigans.

I remember a lot of Dr. Seuss, and a three volume collection of stories from Doubleday; the volumes were designed to progress with the munchkins, so the first orange volume had the easiest ones to read (or to understand when parents read them), the green volume had the medium ones; and the brown volume I was reading myself.

The last book I remember my mom reading to me was “Kidnapped”, because the Scottish accents needed explanation; after that, we were on our own in reading.

Welcome,** A_Nested_Thorn**! You are certain to get a nickname soon, though it may be something like Nettle or Goathead, so be warned :smiley:

As far as books go…well, I was doomed from the start, I think. I think I was about 12 when I realized that 3 of the books I’d had forever had an inscription on them, to me, from my folks. Well, I mean, I knew about the inscription, but I didn’t realize until much later that the date was when I was 1 year old. :stuck_out_tongue:

I have since lost those books, but bought them again on Amazon just for old time’s sake. They were just these hardbound Reader’s Digest Condensed Books; I think they came out every few months. And my favorite, favorite one was the red one. It had: Tom Sawyer, The Good Earth, Robin Hood, and The Scarlet Pimpernel.
And I loved the far-away places they each took me to. :slight_smile:

I also had a huge book of Shakespeare, but in common english. But it wasn’t children’s english, and it wasn’t dumbed-down or modernized, just…english.
Which was FANTASTIC, because later when I came across the old english versions, it was much simpler to figure out the words I didn’t know, cause I already knew the story and the context. It was great.

But my favorite wee book was probably Rober Louis Stevenson’s 'A Child’s Garden of Verses." I can still smell that book, feel it, see it, and remember exactly how it feels to sit in front of a window on a rainy day and read it.

Great MMP :slight_smile:
Oh, and Ralph the Motorcycle Mouse :smiley: I went backwards, and apparantly started harder literature when I was wee, and didn’t discover children’s books until about 5th grade, lol. Also blew threw the entire row of Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew at the library. But I can’t remember anything at all about them, except that I did so.

I propose Thorny for A Nested Thorn. And, you know, you can email TubaDiva and ask her to change your name for you.

I just ate a coffee flavored Luna Bar. YUCK!!! It didn’t say anything about coffee in the description. No, I don’t know why I kept eating but I can assure you it was GROSS!!!

I suspect ‘Thorny’ will take it, though I am still partial to Goathead :smiley:

In other news…Mouse has learned a new trick, yes he has! He wakes me up at 5:30 or 6 or whatever time he feels like pirouetting around the bed, at which point I get up and take him outside. And he sits there on my feet and looks up at me and waits to go back inside; 'guess he figures I am the one who needs to go out when I wake up.

But that’s not the new trick, no it’s not. The new trick is that after we come inside and I blearily feed all the animals <and he doesn’t eat breakfast, just looks at it and then at me as if to say “Where’s the bacon, mom?”, he then…get this…he then curls up and goes back to sleep.

And meanwhile, I am now up. Just not awake.
GRRR!

Thorny!

Great OP, Pearl! We had all kinds of books, both in English and Spanish, but not the usual set. Mom grew up in Mexico and had different ideas of what was appropriate for us to read. She disliked Dr. Seuss a lot (although I think she’s gotten over that one in the meantime.

Our favorite storybook was a gift from our next door neighbor. I still have it. The stories we asked for over and over from it were: “The Cats Who Came for Dinner”, “The Magic Fishbone”, and “The Nightingale”. Our favorite stories in Spanish were from some books by Elena Fortún. Politically incorrect by today’s U.S. standards (Matonkiki, my favorite character, was partly funny because she had some kind of speech impediment, for example.), but we thought the books were hilarious. They were basically about mischievous kids getting in trouble and the kids had great personalities. I have our copies; should go reread them.

Everyone’s books are bringing back all kinds of memories. I loved both Black Beauty and The Black Stallion series and also loved A Child’s Garden of Verses. (“I have a little shadow…”)

Welcome, Thorny!

Off today to observe Veterans’ Day. Thanks to all who have served.

Need to get moving on laundry…

Hugs all.

GT

I learned to read from One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish
I also loved the *Berenstain Bears *book series.
The Peter Rabbit books series was a fav as well
When I got older I was a Goosebumps fanatic and also devoured my dad’s set of the Hobbit and LOTR trilogy. I read that in 5th grade about 5 times, all four books, and countless time since. I love reading.

I would have granted you Amnesty. :smiley:

Now, I like Nettle, because it’s not all obvious and stuff like some nicknames. In fact, that is the name I shall use. The rest of you anarchists can do whatever you want!! :stuck_out_tongue:

**tarra **- your mention of the Pokey Little Puppy reminded me that we had a bunch of Little Golden Books, that one among them. And I’m pretty sure my mom got them one at a time at the grocery store back in the 50s and early 60s when you got a good deal on the book if you bought $X worth of groceries. It’s nice to remember that I wasn’t totally illiterate in my youth! :smiley:

Someone else mentioned A Wrinkle in Time - I did a book report on that. I’m sure I missed the point of the story entirely, but I loved it! I have a copy that my daughter gave me and I keep meaning to read it again. Sadly, reading is no longer a big part of my life. Perhaps someday I’ll get back to it.

Speaking of back, I’m back from erranding. I’ve got a load of towels in the washer and I’m thinking about running the vacuum, altho I may wait till **FCD **comes home to do that - I don’t want to deal with the puppy and a big noisy machine.

Today is like being retired again. I’m liking it. Why did I go back to work again???
:smiley:

Aww, the intarwebs ate my post! Recap: books good, Scuppers the Sailor Dog, Lorax, (hugging trees started early, also geekiness) library was second home. Moving today sad but good for finances. Great fall in NoCal weather. A Nested Thorn could be Nessie or ANT. Nessie’s aunt!

TTFN!

1 seconds. I see this 10 times a day. Ooop, sorry, ten time a day.

Blurf.

I read just about anything I could get my hands on as a kid. The Narnia Chronicles were always a favorite, along with Behind the Attic Wall and The Castle in the Attic.

My stupid brain has come up with ANOTHER story. Stupid brain, let me finish writing the other three first!