tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74639751526357391462024-03-13T18:33:15.813-05:00The Wayback MachineMy journey dates back to 1973...
This blog celebrates the books, music, cartoons, toys, and Tupperware, that surrounded me in my formative years making me who I am today.Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-24993807895154172752011-08-18T09:38:00.002-05:002011-08-18T09:49:27.908-05:00
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87Z5VLJ_txyOr3quChb7WHsPPDFHSZis0Ljr_Zuv7ADzI-3jFJycTiOsdVdivIspafPxeqzHSYikVIfqg1mVc6fhM_eAFw_LKOSojnErbwy0RBEArOqQugRMUkcBf_dnJKYxiLnzp7OI/s1600/P1000112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87Z5VLJ_txyOr3quChb7WHsPPDFHSZis0Ljr_Zuv7ADzI-3jFJycTiOsdVdivIspafPxeqzHSYikVIfqg1mVc6fhM_eAFw_LKOSojnErbwy0RBEArOqQugRMUkcBf_dnJKYxiLnzp7OI/s400/P1000112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642205767104319970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cyndy Szekeres, Western Publishing Co., 1983</span>
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4jYYdsyAqWJChuOyY6l6OsFxVkfdqxVM5c7fcR-6v2Prfc-sGvZO_cV9446EO5u-N7pYWPFTGlQs2535vMTuf_bG0jGr_pTEl8eAoQrA2vI3LTPLwrjvHptPH_ZCHWC-w97wcIzxV3k/s1600/P1000108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4jYYdsyAqWJChuOyY6l6OsFxVkfdqxVM5c7fcR-6v2Prfc-sGvZO_cV9446EO5u-N7pYWPFTGlQs2535vMTuf_bG0jGr_pTEl8eAoQrA2vI3LTPLwrjvHptPH_ZCHWC-w97wcIzxV3k/s400/P1000108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642205760916585538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaBbKHrliQP2zL8gJUrnRUN4sk8ECpjg1cnQSv_sh0T-EluThL3FRj1ZCgoPrVkYKk7J966G-HMpGJgCO6K2r8Q-sm80iBnFry0PR0Ov2BTv-xORKUnHigaZxYWKuSjb_C9sipng7M9c/s1600/P1000106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaBbKHrliQP2zL8gJUrnRUN4sk8ECpjg1cnQSv_sh0T-EluThL3FRj1ZCgoPrVkYKk7J966G-HMpGJgCO6K2r8Q-sm80iBnFry0PR0Ov2BTv-xORKUnHigaZxYWKuSjb_C9sipng7M9c/s400/P1000106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642205745603335730" border="0" /></a> Found this little gem at my friend Jenny's house. I had not idea who Cyndy Szekeres was but examination proves I'm quite familiar with her work and I love it. I have a soft spot for mice and the ones in this little counting book are as cute as it gets!
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<br />Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-38113734787802820582011-08-17T09:51:00.000-05:002011-08-18T10:20:55.596-05:00Fisher Price Little People
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kB5FzuLGsVnUgehmaHFmFRmHu23K2tGFApOnRrj3f5dyE41F06fzs2U1JhoSq-iuIVDgAxq_Y1lsY4adjDta0e6QZOy3lYzEzwZRiX4oMP5TsoeH0zB3uknG7ThuwyVK_uqyCWv-BpQ/s1600/P1010747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kB5FzuLGsVnUgehmaHFmFRmHu23K2tGFApOnRrj3f5dyE41F06fzs2U1JhoSq-iuIVDgAxq_Y1lsY4adjDta0e6QZOy3lYzEzwZRiX4oMP5TsoeH0zB3uknG7ThuwyVK_uqyCWv-BpQ/s400/P1010747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642209324548101426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Fisher Price Play Family "A" Frame House, Fisher Price, 1974</span>
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<br />A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to visit some friends and spend time with their family. Their youngest asked me if I wanted to play "Little People" and I seized the opportunity. Soon he was lugging a plastic tub of people and vehicles and next the castle appeared and what looked like a <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/FISHER-PRICE-PLAY-FAMILY-MAIN-STREET-LITTLE-PEOPLE-SET-/290470938951?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item43a16ac947">Main Street set </a>complete with stop signs and a blue postal box. We started setting everything up and then I said, "Wait, I'm going to go out to my car and get my "Little People" house." The look on Griffin's face was priceless... his little kid brain was whirring.... <span style="font-style: italic;">She carries "little people" stuff around with her in her car???</span> In truth, I'd just picked up the A-Frame House at a garage sale and it came without it's door and any furniture or people. Though I just found <a href="http://www.zindo.com/fisherprice/playset/fisher_price_play_family_a.htm">a site where I can order those things piece by piece!</a> I love its sliding glass doors, such a nice touch!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z37Q2ttqbjvnWfWJnwEHFQ7dHBx7ZHPnUb4vggqQrQ_ufPAXcQwF5dU-tHjC29uNHfyIbMkdB9eT-H1PeBWxzjhgQVfntRCV5Apv7y1JPJfDq6Jbig2x7p0MXvCRQMDQ-i-UKhVxpMY/s1600/P1010745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z37Q2ttqbjvnWfWJnwEHFQ7dHBx7ZHPnUb4vggqQrQ_ufPAXcQwF5dU-tHjC29uNHfyIbMkdB9eT-H1PeBWxzjhgQVfntRCV5Apv7y1JPJfDq6Jbig2x7p0MXvCRQMDQ-i-UKhVxpMY/s400/P1010745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642209408563738306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwR4a9y8ILlc2-gQsEZ54Kkp4WYRvp8oSA0LPHhHZqqKdC90ZRo8ghyphenhyphench8awwXccb0H9qNTqYBrjvkZfUUmpVdTx1c_aEIw6AuxeBF7gDCnR0LXUW52rEq7BRV9cxzkkiauEfxZhkdp8/s1600/P1010744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwR4a9y8ILlc2-gQsEZ54Kkp4WYRvp8oSA0LPHhHZqqKdC90ZRo8ghyphenhyphench8awwXccb0H9qNTqYBrjvkZfUUmpVdTx1c_aEIw6AuxeBF7gDCnR0LXUW52rEq7BRV9cxzkkiauEfxZhkdp8/s400/P1010744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642209316013810690" border="0" /></a>We created a park next door to the house.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AUVM_2T2BaXH9mbIcfo0miwCrN3dVPvepkXTDkXJziSPJPfyYKo19zfquUN_sT3e-2qzpWOSxlNUayrR0r0KyXXQhfJu4y7RFMx8oMujoZ0Gfd97aVhfm5Bcehyphenhyphen6WARmr0noOIZg2os/s1600/P1010748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AUVM_2T2BaXH9mbIcfo0miwCrN3dVPvepkXTDkXJziSPJPfyYKo19zfquUN_sT3e-2qzpWOSxlNUayrR0r0KyXXQhfJu4y7RFMx8oMujoZ0Gfd97aVhfm5Bcehyphenhyphen6WARmr0noOIZg2os/s400/P1010748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642209342849103250" border="0" /></a>They have the castle and so do I, but they seemed to have more of the pieces that went with it. Even in the Fisher Price playsets I had as a child I have managed to lose most of the beds, people, thrones, etc.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9gu-vTp7fKA44QPxCWRhpFE44gizfpTVXWTmEDcEGyeOMZcKizVwe6OSNCQ1n50Pudx1Dim2b0LlyZzt2JMZW3Yni2JYx8WS7QljRtAvwP9Dcv-UjPDaNT2tnlNh53G63PPtIxvqLsg/s1600/P1010750.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9gu-vTp7fKA44QPxCWRhpFE44gizfpTVXWTmEDcEGyeOMZcKizVwe6OSNCQ1n50Pudx1Dim2b0LlyZzt2JMZW3Yni2JYx8WS7QljRtAvwP9Dcv-UjPDaNT2tnlNh53G63PPtIxvqLsg/s400/P1010750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642209332973919730" border="0" /></a>I'm not even sure which set this one is. But I love it!
<br /></div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-90799791238531689622011-06-04T08:50:00.000-05:002011-06-04T08:52:39.082-05:00It's my Birthday! Yippee!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFumuNuBCZGm8zSdnD8n2oUjB_PhaanSGg7M6Yufqgx2P29AiN4r7CnXt_wi9r0AAZv7bMPbBC-15bBm2wSa2oU4WFp3C3KxHDOXURZcL9aXQDW_bDLr6FZUNz5IzY9HXBq7lsQAcbc7k/s1600/My+7th+birthday+--+mom+made+the+hats.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFumuNuBCZGm8zSdnD8n2oUjB_PhaanSGg7M6Yufqgx2P29AiN4r7CnXt_wi9r0AAZv7bMPbBC-15bBm2wSa2oU4WFp3C3KxHDOXURZcL9aXQDW_bDLr6FZUNz5IzY9HXBq7lsQAcbc7k/s400/My+7th+birthday+--+mom+made+the+hats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614361909751963842" border="0" /></a>My 7th birthday. Mom made our hats.<br /></div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-19064330600303649342011-04-28T18:13:00.000-05:002011-04-29T11:25:14.782-05:00Old Witch and the Polka-Dot Ribbon<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3QxYRGCZld8AXyn0J1eS-3BS-lTmN8oMQbJ3eFAJRQ0Y9QjpD3lulpbs_k0Rv2F49kvKvklgh0N0vh8G9x4WErrCSeF9YBVDnn7gqNsqriDE6E0lPucDLJjWlAIjPOZPoeAaA9bOeVs/s1600/IMAG0456.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii3QxYRGCZld8AXyn0J1eS-3BS-lTmN8oMQbJ3eFAJRQ0Y9QjpD3lulpbs_k0Rv2F49kvKvklgh0N0vh8G9x4WErrCSeF9YBVDnn7gqNsqriDE6E0lPucDLJjWlAIjPOZPoeAaA9bOeVs/s400/IMAG0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601039879810897698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Wende & Harry Devlin, Parents Magazine Press, 1970</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I loved the Cranberryport books by the Devlins when I was young and I just discovered<span style="font-style: italic;"> Old Witch and the Polka-Dot Ribbon</span> by Wende and Harry Devlin and I'm sort of surprised I didn't read this one when I was young since my parents seemed to have collected all of the Parents' Magazine Press books. Their illustrations are very distinct and while they aren't my typical aesthetic there's a kind of nostalgia there that I can't ignore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5XhJAOwMc2NKy0anWSVDwLpcNPNhTYohjqjw3NDK_W_M7GL9XUTKUFErnwzrKZUPgJKiyp-T_Uvx-_DczAJzw2ZAAYCz8Kyp2RNoG8a5j0SEOVx5lOhSqjI7OI8DCybFXyj4sEP6QgA/s1600/IMAG0455.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5XhJAOwMc2NKy0anWSVDwLpcNPNhTYohjqjw3NDK_W_M7GL9XUTKUFErnwzrKZUPgJKiyp-T_Uvx-_DczAJzw2ZAAYCz8Kyp2RNoG8a5j0SEOVx5lOhSqjI7OI8DCybFXyj4sEP6QgA/s400/IMAG0455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601039869966920194" border="0" /></a><br />Old Witch lives in the attic of the Jug and Muffin Tearoom in Oldwick. One day she wakes up to discover Nicky and his mother baking a cake for contest. The contest is part of a fundraising carnival aimed at raising funds for a new bandstand. Old Witch raises some havoc in the kitchen until she's banished and she sulks outside muttering little rhymes like the one in the next illustration.<br /></div></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7UbJY9QdOkgkVve-SgHpXZNftNwNj6Zk7Mzn_dI2O7NE-FVRla8bP_qVodBCWm9Njl11xLALlYx03iHLOPAIogH5LmpCbfEBnhA_h3fgjubqFfK7PJ3pZdMkWyqFyH0PrWa03uHlf-Y/s1600/IMAG0457.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7UbJY9QdOkgkVve-SgHpXZNftNwNj6Zk7Mzn_dI2O7NE-FVRla8bP_qVodBCWm9Njl11xLALlYx03iHLOPAIogH5LmpCbfEBnhA_h3fgjubqFfK7PJ3pZdMkWyqFyH0PrWa03uHlf-Y/s400/IMAG0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601039883435213186" border="0" /></a><br />Finally Old Witch gets an idea to enter the contest herself and she unwittingly discovers some contest fraud and solves the problem in her own unique way. The story is full of clever, wry language that makes me chuckle and like all Devlin books it comes complete with a recipe for Old Witch's Magic Nut Cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNJFt3pzEC4q7YqHenpDBr_Q6j6mNpu5IG_NsAVWKJBQFRqTOq_0wdDkTn_qvCtrOUvblcGEXryNhANGjSDjE41am9_P3xlRPMwudTgszSBF5wX9M9so-pyRydJlBRzIQEeHnn5mheAE/s1600/IMAG0458.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNJFt3pzEC4q7YqHenpDBr_Q6j6mNpu5IG_NsAVWKJBQFRqTOq_0wdDkTn_qvCtrOUvblcGEXryNhANGjSDjE41am9_P3xlRPMwudTgszSBF5wX9M9so-pyRydJlBRzIQEeHnn5mheAE/s400/IMAG0458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601039889364965778" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-55135466480695846232011-04-25T22:25:00.004-05:002011-04-29T11:03:25.632-05:00Modern Monday -- Just Being Audrey<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITjS_aJJFcrS5Yd2-YAaRNjwSMTisT_vF10yvaZ4M2EZVRqksINxpjaH0SUTGwC9BlAzD6iiS4oFkr-m9E1rHQP_ruh4T9agnExa3qZJhcnwUc2VbDGENgpFRJLhJZrQhNCIF4dLg2sI/s1600/IMAG0460.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITjS_aJJFcrS5Yd2-YAaRNjwSMTisT_vF10yvaZ4M2EZVRqksINxpjaH0SUTGwC9BlAzD6iiS4oFkr-m9E1rHQP_ruh4T9agnExa3qZJhcnwUc2VbDGENgpFRJLhJZrQhNCIF4dLg2sI/s400/IMAG0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601028724290322434" border="0" /></a>Margaret Cardillo, author; Julia Denos, illustrator<br />Balzer + Bray, an imprint of Harper Collins, 2011<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I discovered <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Just-Being-Audrey-Margaret-Cardillo/dp/006185283X">this picture book </a>on the newly arrived shelf at our local library and I snatched it up, read it once and now it's on my "must-have" list. I love Denos' illustrations, and the simple story really captures the greatness of Audrey Hepburn. I've long loved this classic actress for her style, her quirky mannerisms, and her fantastic movies. One of my favorites is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056923/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Charade</span></a> with Cary Grant. I recently purchased a book for "grown-ups" called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fifth-Avenue-M-Breakfast-Tiffanys/dp/0061774154"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fifth Avenue, 5 A.M.: Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and the Dawn of the Modern Woman</span></a> by Sam Wasson.<br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CJZrwAPX77t1JhtfrRzJOuMF3XX8AilE7ScTywWQQLmJuLzNX5dZJPx5nG8za05BnXc921TYc1hJ-uca1uP1Gp8jAdEGO0wjiuLR2YWtoi1VYuWEncjvUAkR9vMnS6htHHv4zZve0jI/s1600/just+being+audrey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CJZrwAPX77t1JhtfrRzJOuMF3XX8AilE7ScTywWQQLmJuLzNX5dZJPx5nG8za05BnXc921TYc1hJ-uca1uP1Gp8jAdEGO0wjiuLR2YWtoi1VYuWEncjvUAkR9vMnS6htHHv4zZve0jI/s400/just+being+audrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601030697769836786" border="0" /></a>The story begins with a ten-year-old Audrey who dreams of becoming a ballerina. It describes how she and her family survived WW II in Europe and how following the war she and her mother moved to London where Audrey traded her dreams of dancing for the reality of being an actress. The illustrations capture Miss Hepburn's classic look--her hair, her expressions, and some of her most notable acting roles (<span style="font-style: italic;">Funny Face, Sabrina, My Fair Lady, Breakfast at Tiffany's</span> and more) and the costumes that defined them.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ci-1Qx1r6I90YC-QRBQV7-qLYJ-J1vAVpvhdNEHyEHYp-XGrT7cKV0mE6S7xwZcAem9c6A0VW0DlR6UWTA5-8xPRUWTZBgWof32PM0QT4pVSxPc4Y3O6L8lDcBzV-w4kSz1ple27k8M/s1600/IMAG0461.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ci-1Qx1r6I90YC-QRBQV7-qLYJ-J1vAVpvhdNEHyEHYp-XGrT7cKV0mE6S7xwZcAem9c6A0VW0DlR6UWTA5-8xPRUWTZBgWof32PM0QT4pVSxPc4Y3O6L8lDcBzV-w4kSz1ple27k8M/s400/IMAG0461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601028729970951346" border="0" /></a>Here's a short trailer for the book with even more illustrations!<br /></div><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4jVZgkhdNhQ" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br />And because it's just not right to pay tribute to Audrey Hepburn through a children's book without a glimpse into the real life wonder, here's the original trailer for <span style="font-style: italic;">Breakfast at Tiffany's.<br /><br /></span><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/urQVzgEO_w8" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-5471956717765182342011-04-07T08:02:00.002-05:002011-04-07T08:02:00.432-05:00Stay Gold, Ponyboy.<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8tgJqnVMAtc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="500"></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086066/">The Outsiders</a>, Francis Ford Coppola, 1983<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Coppola's film is based on S.E. Hinton's classic book, first published in 1967. I read the book before I saw the movie, as it should be. I was in 5th grade. I still remember where I was when I finished the final pages. Sitting in the van outside my aunt and uncle's house. We were gathered for some event, a holiday meal perhaps. I had to compose myself before I could go inside because I was crying so hard--the kind of cry where tears splash down on the neck and there aren't enough tissues to really mop up the sorrow.<br /><br />I watched this film again on New Year's this year and I was reminded of the power behind both the film and the book. The all-star nature of the cast is almost unbelievable: Emilio Estevez, Rob Lowe, C. Thomas Howell, Matt Dillon, Ralph Macchio, Patrick Swayze, and Tom Cruise and I'd nearly forgotten Diane Lane as Cherry Valance.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKMTlzCwu4-z4tLblOk4Flrv-Xf94BChX0e_Qe5JRcI_lWpAqAE6pfOcy9ckWqQRJ_qVvLTXky1Srcsc0b6zKjjfeeD7Hn0MT6jS_Nb4L7clB65NlSpYkEY7SVIDynlrj4mfO_UvpR74/s1600/outsiders.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKMTlzCwu4-z4tLblOk4Flrv-Xf94BChX0e_Qe5JRcI_lWpAqAE6pfOcy9ckWqQRJ_qVvLTXky1Srcsc0b6zKjjfeeD7Hn0MT6jS_Nb4L7clB65NlSpYkEY7SVIDynlrj4mfO_UvpR74/s400/outsiders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592333768437484994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGDAmGxeLHoiuPFiTCxG4D19OJsWqezSVXpTGNhbGAdsj9HZYYgfZfSMEsmUE0re1gQZ1IO0eGdnUFtUWNIghdIkykeWZW9FZ76fPuKLMhcwzCiahA89GJGt81-pOyyy_LKm93SouSd8/s1600/the+outsiders2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGDAmGxeLHoiuPFiTCxG4D19OJsWqezSVXpTGNhbGAdsj9HZYYgfZfSMEsmUE0re1gQZ1IO0eGdnUFtUWNIghdIkykeWZW9FZ76fPuKLMhcwzCiahA89GJGt81-pOyyy_LKm93SouSd8/s400/the+outsiders2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592333776021525810" border="0" /></a>As an English teacher I usually touch on some Robert Frost poetry in my American Literature class and I'm always impressed when students recognize "Nothing Gold Can Stay" and make the connection between <span style="font-style: italic;">The Outsiders</span> (whether film or book) and the poem.<br /><br />Nothing Gold Can Stay<br />by Robert Frost<br /><br />Nature's first green is gold,<br />Her hardest hue to hold.<br />Her early leaf's a flower;<br />But only so an hour.<br />Then leaf subsides to leaf.<br />So Eden sank to grief,<br />So dawn goes down to day.<br />Nothing gold can stay.<br /><br />I believe it was S.E. Hinton who really kicked off the era of "young adult literature." If you've not read the book or seen the movie, though I find that hard to believe, it's about a group of kids, "greasers," who are from "the wrong side of the tracks" in Tulsa, Oklahoma. They constantly clash with the Socs, the preppy kids in town. It has all the 60s good stuff like drive-in movies and rumbles. Great nicknames like Ponyboy, Two Bit, and Sodapop. And then there's Johnny. Everyone loves Johnny. Without saying too much more, I'll just add that it's a tragic, yet feel-good drama that reminds us all of the power of friendship, resilience, and the challenges life throws at us.<br /></div></div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-82248485418301761152011-04-06T06:40:00.000-05:002011-04-06T06:40:00.419-05:00Love Those Little Golden Books<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ogAno3km4w8oRTXY6ijZknVdVVYE5N9E4ezGcXxXYhfOkqfdwkKf5EdTojcMHDPB-9Vffp3p6A2Q3o3BS3kA77vqmDiiIdOUOkUFYUx_e5dhJ443I-ok4jkqBt3Pxk-BWmsb7iVhDfk/s1600/golden+books+dress.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ogAno3km4w8oRTXY6ijZknVdVVYE5N9E4ezGcXxXYhfOkqfdwkKf5EdTojcMHDPB-9Vffp3p6A2Q3o3BS3kA77vqmDiiIdOUOkUFYUx_e5dhJ443I-ok4jkqBt3Pxk-BWmsb7iVhDfk/s400/golden+books+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592326546093507986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Ryan Novelline, designer, 2011</span><br /></div><br />Apparently I'm not the only one. I just ran across <a href="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/slj/newslettersnewsletterbucketextrahelping2/890036-477/tech_trends_a_gown_fashioned.html.csp">this gem</a> in the <span style="font-style: italic;">School Library Journal</span>. Artist, Ryan Novelline used approximately 1500 pages from 300 Little Golden Books which he found at thrift stores and sewed together with golden thread. There are AMAZING pictures of this wild dress here <a href="http://home.comcast.net/%7Eryannovelline/16.html#">on his site. </a>Do check them out.Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-20945820049605339082011-04-05T22:30:00.003-05:002011-04-05T22:57:54.702-05:00Messy by Barbara Bottner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqTSm2_uRjQQ0JU87dHdOxaqIlMLX_IV9RsQF9PrjRNix2l7fMIQXxMZUIuB89BSlL4jvCI9yCricZLDkLkBezJFT_C1u5dbfoxqdZXKefVcg5GY682LY5BPeT9TMsWh6-puF1C523ag/s1600/Messy+photo+images1.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cGhHnfGwX3jpEK13381UE3GFUUUB5ivkkZ07ZYl-Wx1gCdftizHgS3YdAXxAEvl0o9jteLZ5pYumL815S7NhyMd8ezclICLkJ5Jt-erPO6bGvGC2F0HTnrUqKlcd0DTzWCH48I7h8ck/s1600/Messy+photo+images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cGhHnfGwX3jpEK13381UE3GFUUUB5ivkkZ07ZYl-Wx1gCdftizHgS3YdAXxAEvl0o9jteLZ5pYumL815S7NhyMd8ezclICLkJ5Jt-erPO6bGvGC2F0HTnrUqKlcd0DTzWCH48I7h8ck/s400/Messy+photo+images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592311671998774082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Barbara Bottner, Delacourte Press, 1979</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Messy </span>by Barbara Bottner is the story of Harriet, the messiest six-year-old girl around. Mostly she's okay with her mess, but she's aware of the stark contrast between her messy ways and those of her friends and ballet classmates. However, Harry's esteem soars pretty high, much like her quality dance moves, when she's praised by her dance teacher, Mrs. Markova, and when she is offered the role of princess in their recital she vows to become a changed woman... or six year old. It mostly works.<br /><br />It's a simple book--nothing profound--but I've been looking for this one for years. I've found little evidence of its existence online (one reference with no images on Amazon) and then one day I managed to find a copy through inter-library loan. There is satisfaction in simply knowing I didn't "make this book up" in my brain.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqTSm2_uRjQQ0JU87dHdOxaqIlMLX_IV9RsQF9PrjRNix2l7fMIQXxMZUIuB89BSlL4jvCI9yCricZLDkLkBezJFT_C1u5dbfoxqdZXKefVcg5GY682LY5BPeT9TMsWh6-puF1C523ag/s1600/Messy+photo+images1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqTSm2_uRjQQ0JU87dHdOxaqIlMLX_IV9RsQF9PrjRNix2l7fMIQXxMZUIuB89BSlL4jvCI9yCricZLDkLkBezJFT_C1u5dbfoxqdZXKefVcg5GY682LY5BPeT9TMsWh6-puF1C523ag/s400/Messy+photo+images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592311681277914626" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-85069899891600354172011-04-04T21:19:00.000-05:002011-04-05T23:39:52.664-05:00The Trampoline- 1970s Farmgirl Style<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzGK3RceJZSngutGqC1Ec2zAltF941NYt3Pe-0KElY8-2W_lHwwtI7GjSEuAuWvIeZCIVqqZimbX7AShaM-vREYi214lrBL5lXt8y5ljFZBDsOMtrtGj22rZfgHBfWXOdQf9S4GnKvHY/s1600/Jason+and+me+1977.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzGK3RceJZSngutGqC1Ec2zAltF941NYt3Pe-0KElY8-2W_lHwwtI7GjSEuAuWvIeZCIVqqZimbX7AShaM-vREYi214lrBL5lXt8y5ljFZBDsOMtrtGj22rZfgHBfWXOdQf9S4GnKvHY/s400/Jason+and+me+1977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592320717213727714" border="0" /></a>Jason and Me, 1977<br /></div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-37953506114220316752010-08-15T12:02:00.003-05:002010-08-15T12:14:55.851-05:00Tupperware Toys -- Busy Blocks<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/2806961940_b1e1617511.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/2806961940_b1e1617511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Tupperware, 1971<br /></div><br />All of I have of this toy from my childhood is a single green figurine. We were hard on toys and then when my mom had a house fire little was left of the things she still had at her place. Sadly, these blocks were a casualty. I remember bringing them with me in a little suitcase when I went over to Carlson's to babysit. We'd link them together and play with the figures. I didn't remember that they were alphabet blocks but now that makes the choices of the little green figures make sense.<br /><br />Airport, Boat, Camel, Dog, Elephant, Fox, Giraffe, Horse, Indian, Jeep, Kangaroo, Lion, Monkey, Nurse, Owl, Pig, Queen, Rabbit, Seal, Train, Unicorn, Violin, Whale, Xylophone, Yacht, and Zebra.<br /><br />I LOVE that there was a unicorn. Yay, Tupperware!Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-68974313679424015282009-04-10T05:18:00.004-05:002009-05-01T06:00:12.917-05:00The Bunny Book by Richard Scarry<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4NCx33oEGcMbVcF3NmCNe1lrdETe-G1RL72VgvUZzKo7Radw4tNWugNSDt0Vy_Z8cQN7nVKJJo_3ZDXuNaPcDzLBRboWsf9iHOHDZTtLYVxjvZM-sEzlTdUbPrF_Y6_KEVg_HKw7_Cc/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4NCx33oEGcMbVcF3NmCNe1lrdETe-G1RL72VgvUZzKo7Radw4tNWugNSDt0Vy_Z8cQN7nVKJJo_3ZDXuNaPcDzLBRboWsf9iHOHDZTtLYVxjvZM-sEzlTdUbPrF_Y6_KEVg_HKw7_Cc/s400/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327149323221565410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Richard Scarry, Western Publishing Company, 1965</span><br /></div><br />This book is more informative than anything. Simple descriptions and explanations introduce young readers to the variety of characteristics that make up the bunny. This book appears to have many different cover options, but it's the content I care about. I simply adore this "Rabbits have large families" image.<br /><br />Young readers will learn that some rabbits have giant ears and some have tiny ones and rabbits can run very fast. The book also focuses in on a few rabbit examples: the snowshoe rabbit turns white in winter and brown in summer, Angora rabbits have soft, cuddly fur. Lop-eared rabbits have long, floppy ears. Then on one page five different breeds are illustrated: Dutch, Chinchilla, Flemish Giant, Vienna Blue, and Cottontail. Ah yes, this is more than just your "Easter bunny" book. Though there is a page dedicated to that too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRNvjKTWYePHfMS89JGCVxqUr-Mp0Yay6oh0S8BSHXOSsXGDiz93GBvgVXYsj7Potkj5gWzkUgIPHt69NhMxDvAgQxITXVo7Qc_-FfOrOGw6X5btXpvMdNh9WbOHlyxn2lag6nj_MK-8/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRNvjKTWYePHfMS89JGCVxqUr-Mp0Yay6oh0S8BSHXOSsXGDiz93GBvgVXYsj7Potkj5gWzkUgIPHt69NhMxDvAgQxITXVo7Qc_-FfOrOGw6X5btXpvMdNh9WbOHlyxn2lag6nj_MK-8/s400/scan0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327149303962114386" border="0" /></a><br />There is only one "true to form" busytown looking page with two little bunnies dressed to the nines. "Rabbits like to get all dressed up if they are going to be in a story book." Yeah, you can't beat that!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNspJXOyyzaEKZh1mQmqaFo9RXe478KdZExJu1MTR-0NJzDdKmLAqeYZF9ew_yibjkwDF81UscvfI0vJIj0aUOIixYQE38e7UGItO9_QKi2aULSgvSWeWm3DjhIAucLl8J-kIUj-iINXU/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNspJXOyyzaEKZh1mQmqaFo9RXe478KdZExJu1MTR-0NJzDdKmLAqeYZF9ew_yibjkwDF81UscvfI0vJIj0aUOIixYQE38e7UGItO9_QKi2aULSgvSWeWm3DjhIAucLl8J-kIUj-iINXU/s400/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327149295673692962" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-21527740297901838402009-04-08T06:22:00.000-05:002009-04-21T08:57:21.863-05:00The Golden Egg Book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyM_CoPVtMXxKcWsqsA8-cKF3ammAdlRNCpCiI9DqMhO_9ZNAGW7mhjE76glxPsJ7PA6odbV72LyIjh2c9oCNPNmPEgwcGSIqJkQ1UhxGwHkJ6ZpAPZD1C6N1cZZ4p9MBCG-7Y1v1k2QM/s1600-h/golden+egg+book+pic2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyM_CoPVtMXxKcWsqsA8-cKF3ammAdlRNCpCiI9DqMhO_9ZNAGW7mhjE76glxPsJ7PA6odbV72LyIjh2c9oCNPNmPEgwcGSIqJkQ1UhxGwHkJ6ZpAPZD1C6N1cZZ4p9MBCG-7Y1v1k2QM/s400/golden+egg+book+pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327135715170991762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Golden Egg Book by Margaret Wise Brown</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Illustrated by Lilian Obligado, Western Publishing Company, 1947</span><br /></div><br />I've managed to pull together a handful of bunny books in time for Easter and trust me, there are more. It turns out that bunnies and rabbits are a great subject for the children's book.<br /><br />This Little Golden Book is a lovely story about a duck and a bunny. It begins with bunny finding a mysterious egg and wondering what is inside. In his impatience, he pushes it with his foot, rolls the egg down the hill, throws rocks at it and finally gets so worn out from wondering and waiting that he falls asleep.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qOEvTTk76nTEPONAdd1JxC3q5IwPlotRN2VzqMSCDtGVAEGGsEg9yLXDw4NJTUV4_qJMtlFWXtfPzp93ZP15KuV2LHGbQMssIdrV-5Dr6C_Ygr-QgFlT7rtzXNKqj7k9CwOuwvXC3ok/s1600-h/golden+egg+book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qOEvTTk76nTEPONAdd1JxC3q5IwPlotRN2VzqMSCDtGVAEGGsEg9yLXDw4NJTUV4_qJMtlFWXtfPzp93ZP15KuV2LHGbQMssIdrV-5Dr6C_Ygr-QgFlT7rtzXNKqj7k9CwOuwvXC3ok/s400/golden+egg+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327135719411241186" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, a watched egg never hatches but when bunny sleeps, duck emerges. Duck is mystified by this furry thing beside his egg and he tries to rouse it by doing all the same things bunny did to the egg... nudges him with his foot, throws a rock, rolls him down the hill until finally the bunny wakes and the two embrace and no one was ever alone again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82jplB7_O2_L0m2TC9NzAJX4_lBP-KSpUctDp2q5TcqqirD6fGW4K785PLGqHvcfqyqgkzG8hAMDwQ3fHdHTqmW__iVOIEWfo2HJIlJKEJOR6RCuZn9802S2ruYsx5nKLfz8m_NmymEo/s1600-h/golden+egg+book+pic3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82jplB7_O2_L0m2TC9NzAJX4_lBP-KSpUctDp2q5TcqqirD6fGW4K785PLGqHvcfqyqgkzG8hAMDwQ3fHdHTqmW__iVOIEWfo2HJIlJKEJOR6RCuZn9802S2ruYsx5nKLfz8m_NmymEo/s400/golden+egg+book+pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327135716531332066" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-7112482806773692992009-04-07T07:04:00.003-05:002009-04-21T08:21:50.450-05:00Pat the Bunny by Dorothy Kunhardt<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirA07qXGes_4uAmnB6_9k0VjWOyBS8WJYCbBiFtWQpnKKEjPfT3pfmcpu0fEhe5JAFsCRKO01wc-lOAp88oE57RqHvs75tZE-azILfWJ_LPY6aZsGI7C4vmlcam-TAdLxMNHvGdP44RVQ/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirA07qXGes_4uAmnB6_9k0VjWOyBS8WJYCbBiFtWQpnKKEjPfT3pfmcpu0fEhe5JAFsCRKO01wc-lOAp88oE57RqHvs75tZE-azILfWJ_LPY6aZsGI7C4vmlcam-TAdLxMNHvGdP44RVQ/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131099397649122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Dorothy Kunhardt, Golden Books Publishing, 1940</span><br /></div><br />I distinctly recall this 18 page Golden Touch and Feel book from my younger days. Anything scratch and sniff was hugely exciting for me, and this book had all sorts of sensory treats. I love this sandpaper jaw image how Judy can feel daddy's scratchy face. Readers can play peek-a-boo with Paul or look in the mirror and my flowers still smell fragrant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuxDczgykL7LvVPpKlICinf7lb2cfn0YX64qDIookzh_yBdQzvDVMp-TPc7tGqJG2lixv2nho7aVeV_xoGyzDRVXctD-m2beu1QO-ti7DKf5ul5_xygsS49468O7PGDL51TeHhRx1kbQ/s1600-h/pat+the+bunny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuxDczgykL7LvVPpKlICinf7lb2cfn0YX64qDIookzh_yBdQzvDVMp-TPc7tGqJG2lixv2nho7aVeV_xoGyzDRVXctD-m2beu1QO-ti7DKf5ul5_xygsS49468O7PGDL51TeHhRx1kbQ/s400/pat+the+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131092537893858" border="0" /></a><br />For years this was a standby for a baby gift since I'd found the softest sweetest bunny to go with the book. It's been awhile since I've seen <a href="http://www.bookmice.net/darkchilde/bunny/stuffed/pat.jpg">Pat the Bunny dolls</a> but if I find some I may need to stock up. Those friends of mine keep on having the babies and babies must be given books!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTstvG8xfO4wPmUFkEumNWpo5HWZq36vrAEp8KVj_g2EsPi-EzR25l7BukJHD68mM8ObF1zr1k6YwV1GwWOqUs6N-SArN69H1sBbSnwZIMksaSV3AiLhPr8dsn49IGQmpCu9IWwOav_Q/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTstvG8xfO4wPmUFkEumNWpo5HWZq36vrAEp8KVj_g2EsPi-EzR25l7BukJHD68mM8ObF1zr1k6YwV1GwWOqUs6N-SArN69H1sBbSnwZIMksaSV3AiLhPr8dsn49IGQmpCu9IWwOav_Q/s400/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327131104525805090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"My mother wrote "Pat the Bunny" in 1940 when I was 12. "Wrote" is not quite the right word, even though the book is 135 words long; "made" would be more accurate. Before "Pat," books for very little children were for reading aloud and looking at. This one was for playing with as well. Right on the pages themselves were a variety of real things all babies love to go after. There was a fluffy little cottontail to pat, a peekaboo cloth to pick up and peep behind, a red ball that squeaked, a shiny mirror to look into, a daddy's scratchy beard to feel, a miniature book about a bunny with pages to turn and a mother's wedding ring to stick a finger through. It was the original "touch and feel" book, as they call the genre in the trade today, and even though it has inspired a hutch of imitations, Golden Press still goes on cutting and gluing and stamping out and hand-finishing a quarter of a million new copies of "Pat" each year, annually using up acres of sandpaper beard, six football fields of peekaboo cloth and enough metalized polyester to mirror over a small lake...."</span><br /><br />Check out the rest of <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1990/12/23/books/the-original-touchy-feely-pat-the-bunny-turns-50.html">this article by Philip B. Kundhardt Jr</a>. about Pat the Bunny's 50th anniversary, back in 1990! Good stuff!Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-62678333864459839272009-04-06T06:48:00.004-05:002009-04-21T08:03:57.854-05:00Modern Monday -- La Cucaracha Martina: A Carribean Folktale<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qgHlOp7Ni3904ikI9jC7FHpq68p0A6hTDeTzhUzjDo36Qoq1EwXXmBZ43pgn_fbJNeEx7rUNiU2w2Ksm6CpUKSLaHlqpK-6t1z66fOKg9LQ8Wh0UKURU3sEOI_vsPIlgoixqG2nh-WE/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qgHlOp7Ni3904ikI9jC7FHpq68p0A6hTDeTzhUzjDo36Qoq1EwXXmBZ43pgn_fbJNeEx7rUNiU2w2Ksm6CpUKSLaHlqpK-6t1z66fOKg9LQ8Wh0UKURU3sEOI_vsPIlgoixqG2nh-WE/s400/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126739567568994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">La Cucaracha Martina A Carribean Folktale</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">retold and illustrated by Daniel Moreton</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Turtle Books, 1997</span><br /></div><br />Simply put: While searching for the source of one beautiful sound, Martina, a ravishing cockroach who is tired of the city life, rejects marriage proposals from a menagerie of city animals which woo her with their noises. All ends well when she finally meets the cricket of her dreams and after the wedding they move to the country.<br /><br />The illustrations are sharp and colorful and were created on a Mac with Adobe Illustrator. The book has a ton of delicious details and a spattering of Spanish: Aeropuerto, Telefono, Autobus... by way of example. The signage in particular is all in Spanish, and the porcine waiter wears a name tag which reads "Me Llamo Puerco."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKvDtRRB1uWwCQ0vD_DPgUDIIu5jrOcQccd85T6Q_Zi72BRtgmYMYuVgjWe0Fz5kjxIxkErmLRgUGRkKo0Rjo1sRQZQPzKWDpIXGy8arTJkZiar7c9CL3CEh0hmsHYJdLCqMazdnA8Ho/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKvDtRRB1uWwCQ0vD_DPgUDIIu5jrOcQccd85T6Q_Zi72BRtgmYMYuVgjWe0Fz5kjxIxkErmLRgUGRkKo0Rjo1sRQZQPzKWDpIXGy8arTJkZiar7c9CL3CEh0hmsHYJdLCqMazdnA8Ho/s400/scan0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126731102433298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKVzvZq8OM0pTOnLoIkvfs1xHAm-4Wu41UZb1KL0tHLKbEYByzL8ZZBLAzKw7H052eI1IYGvQKamp9hBZNA3qYUpYttt1ZFJdqTVFD3S7nZCtX19tt3Ibcqkkeg7bjT1k2atY80YHPgU/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKVzvZq8OM0pTOnLoIkvfs1xHAm-4Wu41UZb1KL0tHLKbEYByzL8ZZBLAzKw7H052eI1IYGvQKamp9hBZNA3qYUpYttt1ZFJdqTVFD3S7nZCtX19tt3Ibcqkkeg7bjT1k2atY80YHPgU/s400/scan0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327126736975932514" border="0" /></a><br />The sounds the various animals make are all written in large funky fonts and the illustrations feature text all over the place, not exactly in the hyper text sense but in something fresh and unusual from the picture books of the past. <br /><br />While I'm not a fan of the common cockroach in regular life, I have a soft spot for Miss Martina and I'm glad she found her wonderful noise and the creature that belonged to it!Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-18539385768507498082009-04-05T07:33:00.002-05:002009-04-21T07:47:31.610-05:00The King of the Elephants<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAZeLLSKYwoz56iRba9ZCNIALa6JNCsu6aDrd4JofqmA4MRP3sHXIPN01c9WkYhxMfGglpSgbHYPLYZ2m_ihK2aFQ-MJ6fFuxJz5hdFQGzYl3lm9IaUkWOUoIvqTV8BMuIoXzx6wYbVE/s1600-h/babar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAZeLLSKYwoz56iRba9ZCNIALa6JNCsu6aDrd4JofqmA4MRP3sHXIPN01c9WkYhxMfGglpSgbHYPLYZ2m_ihK2aFQ-MJ6fFuxJz5hdFQGzYl3lm9IaUkWOUoIvqTV8BMuIoXzx6wYbVE/s400/babar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606165954483458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Laurent de Brunhoff, Random House, 1973</span><br /></div><br />As they move through the four seasons in and around Celesteville, the city of elephants, we see the lives of Babar and Celeste and their children--Alexander, Pom, and Flora. We meet Old Lady (also their teacher) and cousin Arthur and his friend Zephir, the monkey. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yU6KzTdb12O-x_IOPcd6r4aK34-iOB8ASDvt-DodfmwjvJkb7rgooZ3W422_XxY7HmFrBDkrUiRUyL7X6mC2wgFpTbmRy9CsWvI4gotnYwtZ95uS3eSLNNgHJoWMrYYfcHyjWLFxINg/s1600-h/week+5+scans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yU6KzTdb12O-x_IOPcd6r4aK34-iOB8ASDvt-DodfmwjvJkb7rgooZ3W422_XxY7HmFrBDkrUiRUyL7X6mC2wgFpTbmRy9CsWvI4gotnYwtZ95uS3eSLNNgHJoWMrYYfcHyjWLFxINg/s400/week+5+scans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606152172124594" border="0" /></a>This is a family "on the go" and we follow Babar and Celeste from the domestic fun of gardening to tennis, warm days of swimming in the lake to throwing parties at Celesteville gardens. Sometimes they go sailing or for drives in the country. The children enjoy soccer and like their teacher who is not strict. In the winter they go ice skating, and downhill skiing and one of the children suffers a small mishap which requires a doctor visit. "This is not too serious," he says. Though I think the wound looked pretty nasty!<br /><br />I really don't remember Babar from my youth though I seem to have a few books. I guess I was always vaguely aware of this French elephant. I think I'm more intrigued by him and his family now than I was when I was small. This particular 8 X 8 book is a sanitized and simplistic version of the Babar stories which merely serves to intoduce the characters.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.ebayimg.com/03/c/00/c0/a8/23_8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 254px;" src="http://i7.ebayimg.com/03/c/00/c0/a8/23_8.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>I realize now that Laurent is the son of the original author, Jean de Brunhoff. Jean first published his popular French children's book in 1931. He wrote six more before his untimely death and his son Laurent has continued the series.<br /><br />Jean de Brunhoff's Babar books, and the titles of the English translations, were:<br /><br /> * Histoire de Babar (1931) - The Story of Babar<br /> * Le Voyage de Babar (1932) - The Travels of Babar, or Babar's Travels<br /> * Le Roi Babar (1933) - Babar the King<br /> * L'ABC de Babar (1934) - A.B.C. of Babar<br /> * Les vacances de Zéphir (1936) - Zephir's Holidays, or Babar and Zephir<br /> * Babar en famille (1938) - Babar and His Children, or Babar at Home<br /> * Babar et le père Noël (1941) - Babar and Father Christmas<br /><br />You can read more about <a href="http://babar.treehousetv.com/history.asp">Babar's history here</a>, on the TV website-- Babar is also a popular TV show.Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-45186899614116970472009-04-04T07:52:00.004-05:002009-04-16T20:13:30.202-05:00In a People House<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjY77OxC70hDDCuesSeCR2G9QF-bKvA8G_sVhInEF0VKzmN0xtUXEdkdwzcL0-RMsANaqM2Ps0t01xFkK6K9F9yAASxAhR-5SZ6FdzqnVHepW13s7o5MwoTxxQAcB9S_X9hPgrsyUa2Ss/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%2813%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjY77OxC70hDDCuesSeCR2G9QF-bKvA8G_sVhInEF0VKzmN0xtUXEdkdwzcL0-RMsANaqM2Ps0t01xFkK6K9F9yAASxAhR-5SZ6FdzqnVHepW13s7o5MwoTxxQAcB9S_X9hPgrsyUa2Ss/s400/week+5+scans+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313601504242877074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">In a People House by Theo LeSieg<br />Illustrated by Roy McKie</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Random House, 1972</span><br /></div><br />Even in this remarkably simplistic book, Dr. Seuss uses rhyme and rhythm to capture the attention of his young readers as mouse gives bird a tour of the "people house."<br /><br />"These are doughnuts. Here's a door. Come along, I'll show you more...."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYhEmXR3_CecbBYvdNzyHnLo6S-8B6HTJzupQ4QqWwFjWuhP7gDFGR07qzGStEd1zHplNNrG-CBjPw2VZosUYPBh4-k2HfpqcgVlX5qCq4mITk8IsolJ3CfgqANzaeQlw-I58jOf6NYM/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%287%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYhEmXR3_CecbBYvdNzyHnLo6S-8B6HTJzupQ4QqWwFjWuhP7gDFGR07qzGStEd1zHplNNrG-CBjPw2VZosUYPBh4-k2HfpqcgVlX5qCq4mITk8IsolJ3CfgqANzaeQlw-I58jOf6NYM/s400/week+5+scans+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313601500401607346" border="0" /></a>One of my favorites is a page with baked beans, bureau drawers and books, and mini me crossed OUT the word bureau and wrote "dresser" because I was apparently concerned someone might not understand that word since it wasn't the one --I-- used in describing that bit of furniture. I love my young editorial marks in books, they really crack me up!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.campusi.com/image/445/9780394923956_1951445_d22dad0bdecdbccfdc4c5c8cf5a27571.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 389px;" src="http://image.campusi.com/image/445/9780394923956_1951445_d22dad0bdecdbccfdc4c5c8cf5a27571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-58588567263163913082009-04-03T07:49:00.011-05:002011-04-05T23:34:48.725-05:00R is for Remarkably Cute.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgba98M0xN6ADYmNaxY6wYO4T3AJ_2NKd5P712ode43NoGtISrM6Dvf4Zr5UsvwZHBJKaxph1esltWCYg2-a4IHxUGUZ5MNaLZbMn335PnSWQ6p3gi3eWu539-Mt1YeFSLeXWASAU9Ts1A/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%285%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgba98M0xN6ADYmNaxY6wYO4T3AJ_2NKd5P712ode43NoGtISrM6Dvf4Zr5UsvwZHBJKaxph1esltWCYg2-a4IHxUGUZ5MNaLZbMn335PnSWQ6p3gi3eWu539-Mt1YeFSLeXWASAU9Ts1A/s400/week+5+scans+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313601837106739298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Richard Scarry's Chipmunk's ABC by Roberta Miller</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Illustrated by Richard Scarry, Western Publishing Company, 1963</span><br /></div><br />I love Lowly Worm and the rest of the Richard Scarry gang, but I think my heart will never be the same after looking through these darling pictures. His work is softer and more tender in this ABC book from 1963. I love the head bandage, the picture of cheese on the wall, the way the mouse's records are strewn about, and how his pal chipmunk is saying hello from the window, because "Mouse has Mumps!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yHnNtwjAwE/R-Tnx_9bWYI/AAAAAAAABxI/0En1ryap3Vg/s400/chimpunk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yHnNtwjAwE/R-Tnx_9bWYI/AAAAAAAABxI/0En1ryap3Vg/s400/chimpunk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My cover is the white one, and the woodsy one seems to be an earlier copyright. I just couldn't scan all the pictures in, but I ADORE the one with Froggie playing the oboe and Donkey drinking from an orange up. Something about these animals in bibbed overalls, in life jackets on the lake, carrying tea kettles and getting phone calls just makes my heart pang.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRib1Ar3J_2JtG455dI9xa-Hb4xbNp4iYvFQrYUSPBVqtSeBONuZDpPciFxI3Qn1ykUA0TlH7sM72bssWEruL_n8-mFcPqeC85k9mcIzBtgw-avW_xOWSzcTtD-4zTN2irY_1pArN7Gxo/s1600-h/chipsmunk50s+cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRib1Ar3J_2JtG455dI9xa-Hb4xbNp4iYvFQrYUSPBVqtSeBONuZDpPciFxI3Qn1ykUA0TlH7sM72bssWEruL_n8-mFcPqeC85k9mcIzBtgw-avW_xOWSzcTtD-4zTN2irY_1pArN7Gxo/s400/chipsmunk50s+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585938154258914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-fFAjYPH7IPfrhFUtMApMcQON_rD_P5eMApu-0mfFZW0wNR8SzM-ZEFX-TF-uKjFsFmsIjh4aln-5jtsqn84J3b64PGdzIhs1tYpSpkM_0-UDHVN-hfWlkB1sJcAb1D4a9NhLn9zGd4/s1600-h/chipmunks+70s+cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-fFAjYPH7IPfrhFUtMApMcQON_rD_P5eMApu-0mfFZW0wNR8SzM-ZEFX-TF-uKjFsFmsIjh4aln-5jtsqn84J3b64PGdzIhs1tYpSpkM_0-UDHVN-hfWlkB1sJcAb1D4a9NhLn9zGd4/s400/chipmunks+70s+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585933066996450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kokogiak/sets/1425737/">Here is a comparison</a> between the pages of a 1963 and a 1991 version of Richard Scarry's The Best Word Book Ever. Very interesting stuff. Scarry wrote and/or illustrated over 300 books.Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-47106083368300316992009-04-02T07:41:00.005-05:002009-04-16T19:04:37.102-05:00A Picnic Hurrah!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71-958xSaVU_VulY6e9p1xZ4CZebKeR0rGssZU4eC6OKbe29B0d5WAiEFyvfhuC_Rdvgv2hyphenhyphen1B5niJcRtV786oateUUhxHu45SAcTS-D5fL9l6mMSWBdcO6pMUDFd7SLqks-qwKBHblw/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%283%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71-958xSaVU_VulY6e9p1xZ4CZebKeR0rGssZU4eC6OKbe29B0d5WAiEFyvfhuC_Rdvgv2hyphenhyphen1B5niJcRtV786oateUUhxHu45SAcTS-D5fL9l6mMSWBdcO6pMUDFd7SLqks-qwKBHblw/s400/week+5+scans+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602582193723298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">A Picnic Hurrah! by Franz Brandenberg</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Illustrated by Aliki, Random House, 1978</span><br /></div><br />This book probably counts as a beginning reader but it's not labeled as such and for me, it was just a great story. Writing letters was a very big thing for me when I was a kid and so I'm sure the idea of sending out invitations and watching the mail for responses was something that resonated. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91-Tdf0lMk_Imm7M1MjxmPFmnbCMWfMDV6ZEVDJl93o979QBy1G7XEKE2YzSlPVTTBpd66dPPPTLOI4WO1RDE7zHlrHv2ExeEuSFPkOaPvIgKDoMK7KuPq6GjW3l4JRMdI8z_XoHxhyphenhyphen4/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91-Tdf0lMk_Imm7M1MjxmPFmnbCMWfMDV6ZEVDJl93o979QBy1G7XEKE2YzSlPVTTBpd66dPPPTLOI4WO1RDE7zHlrHv2ExeEuSFPkOaPvIgKDoMK7KuPq6GjW3l4JRMdI8z_XoHxhyphenhyphen4/s400/week+5+scans+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313602585906637602" border="0" /></a>I also love the imaginative way that Elizabeth and Edward handle their picnic plans that were spoiled by the rain. Their father suggests an indoor picnic, and I can only imagine mini me loved the idea of doing things differently, an INDOOR picnic? How absurd! They don't let it stop their fun and they find ways to still do all the things they wanted to do outside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFYFop1E_3P1IdCsN701hpvunrAzP1AqOMZFNzdu27bCUrx8AccJIenmZ27CakK0DGcqGD9BXDYRgO8oVCtNiItoCQ-GxFSgeSf9vTFEUjwSIYrkR6muug48CRglrCOfMR70_HSd4XR4/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFYFop1E_3P1IdCsN701hpvunrAzP1AqOMZFNzdu27bCUrx8AccJIenmZ27CakK0DGcqGD9BXDYRgO8oVCtNiItoCQ-GxFSgeSf9vTFEUjwSIYrkR6muug48CRglrCOfMR70_HSd4XR4/s400/week+5+scans+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603671219908834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynP9NhkmS9jTyl1ARLeV6CwSqRh3eAdDUP1PEuxyQCUF2RR1HTup_PcyJazHKRwTMkKsWgdiq1puo50khOXBt3smp3pkAGFKfkEJWVxHiNzfW9eLfMtPsOLmLgYQ43qXQxdsa-P4urbA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynP9NhkmS9jTyl1ARLeV6CwSqRh3eAdDUP1PEuxyQCUF2RR1HTup_PcyJazHKRwTMkKsWgdiq1puo50khOXBt3smp3pkAGFKfkEJWVxHiNzfW9eLfMtPsOLmLgYQ43qXQxdsa-P4urbA/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585766356228866" border="0" /></a>Here's a sweet<a href="http://www.harperchildrens.com/hch/picture/features/aliki/howabook/book1.asp"> Harper Collins link</a> to <span style="font-style: italic;">How a Book is Made</span> featuring Aliki.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ucalgary.ca/%7EdkBrown/k6/aliki.html">Aliki</a>, or <a href="http://biography.jrank.org/pages/1136/Brandenberg-Aliki-Liacouras-Aliki.html">Aliki Brandenberg</a>, was born 1929, in Wildwood Crest, NJ; <i>Education:</i> Graduated from Philadelphia Museum School of Art (now Philadelphia College of Art), 1951. <i>Hobbies and other interests:</i> Macrame, weaving, music, baking, traveling, reading, gardening, theater, films, museums. Muralist and commercial artist in Philadelphia, PA, and New York, NY, 1951-56, and in Zurich, Switzerland, 1957-60; commercial artist, writer, and illustrator of children's books in New York, NY, 1960-77, and London, England, 1977—. Has also taught art and ceramics. She was also married to the author of this book! Hurrah!<br /><div class="netind_article"> </div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-70618676574088936212009-04-01T07:59:00.006-05:002009-04-16T18:45:54.455-05:00Choose Your Own Adventure<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18lnNwDnZSlQzswJ7Ow-sweN-jNEOy4nBi3W6x0Ef8vQCdibZCi-S0zY4gO3whZw2LmOCVCRMdKJLMhQ7xBtPGET3CPoFAR59NCbFUAedbAXxV5w29AC-ZZTBKkvnbUfcvo5_K-gqDws/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18lnNwDnZSlQzswJ7Ow-sweN-jNEOy4nBi3W6x0Ef8vQCdibZCi-S0zY4gO3whZw2LmOCVCRMdKJLMhQ7xBtPGET3CPoFAR59NCbFUAedbAXxV5w29AC-ZZTBKkvnbUfcvo5_K-gqDws/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585253193341714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Deadwood City by Edward Packard </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Illustrated by Paul Granger</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bantam Books, 1978<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">You are the star of the story! Choose from 37 possible endings! I do find it somewhat annoying to read a book in "second person" or whatever this point of view is actually called. I do like that the main character shown in the pictures is a cowgirl, a gun-toting girl.<br /><br />Edward Packard, practicing lawyer and the author of this book, conceived of the idea for the Choose Your Own Adventure series in the course of telling bedtime stories to his children. This title is just one I picked up at a thrift store, but I remember reading these as a kid. I scanned the list of titles for a familiar one but nothing is triggering a memory. Here are a few of the wonderful adventures YOU could go on:<br /><br />The Cave of Time<br />Journey Under the Sea<br />By Balloon to the Sahara<br />The Third Planet for Altair<br />The Mystery of Chimney Rock<br />The Lost Jewels of Naboo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtgVUsVImeHCaXGGOF7-mL8KyRObjzxC9SOXBIQXZG9rnErXPJJH7KtPGdqfBwVtRorzv41QWNK9vqRGYvBJh3CyM3JYTHsJfShGzsldz69nXJMAHHhFaLxbV_XcHKR7eGBC1hZ4UF2w/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtgVUsVImeHCaXGGOF7-mL8KyRObjzxC9SOXBIQXZG9rnErXPJJH7KtPGdqfBwVtRorzv41QWNK9vqRGYvBJh3CyM3JYTHsJfShGzsldz69nXJMAHHhFaLxbV_XcHKR7eGBC1hZ4UF2w/s400/week+5+scans+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313603975459072066" border="0" /></a></div></div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-21015976493903314032009-04-01T05:33:00.002-05:002009-04-15T05:39:09.775-05:00Hippity Hoppity!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQ3FIMalOq1eP6MalZLWYEqbS9xuHW1ULFvxOOmiRJiQ2PL3z8TkItg_iGzsNFc03swwhmGCOTfUMnEzlXVXTqhETkcrwVgxfc_d1-GO7j6jXP_l3Pvr16kaPXSLkC1D_u9Xcwlg3Fog/s1600-h/me+and+Jason.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQ3FIMalOq1eP6MalZLWYEqbS9xuHW1ULFvxOOmiRJiQ2PL3z8TkItg_iGzsNFc03swwhmGCOTfUMnEzlXVXTqhETkcrwVgxfc_d1-GO7j6jXP_l3Pvr16kaPXSLkC1D_u9Xcwlg3Fog/s400/me+and+Jason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324864973407500178" border="0" /></a>Man, I love that outfit. I totally remember it too. Apparently I had a strong connection to my clothes even then. I sort of wish my mom had done something different with my hair. It looks like me and my bro have the same 'do. Nice.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXdf0m6S6rrBTq-wtBzNB3UWr0nIkw6uROWqHPx9jLSyNV_6DLhgEkB8XYid80_O-L_Lidil8yMJqLo0ZMShHjI9UtEnQnd51dS8pEeH4aw2F3d_J21PXEtNTh3rl228aR0Gf79NQR33g/s1600-h/me+and+jason2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXdf0m6S6rrBTq-wtBzNB3UWr0nIkw6uROWqHPx9jLSyNV_6DLhgEkB8XYid80_O-L_Lidil8yMJqLo0ZMShHjI9UtEnQnd51dS8pEeH4aw2F3d_J21PXEtNTh3rl228aR0Gf79NQR33g/s400/me+and+jason2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324864968097373362" border="0" /></a>I may be wrong, but I think this is 1979.<br /></div>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-80773914146466119382009-03-31T07:38:00.006-05:002009-04-16T18:24:27.231-05:00A Knight Like No Other<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-4SAiGVOzcmjTe2aAJzzCfnWXBMbswOxULYc6pOTfMOBnxK0SJ3v334OFyOgyFkX2v1W-DxT4Le8C9aQn2_7A6eCm35cPzlGcVMajucYMJyUiy_cNfYtLMCQNWBXysBIXvQEakqV70E/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%288%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-4SAiGVOzcmjTe2aAJzzCfnWXBMbswOxULYc6pOTfMOBnxK0SJ3v334OFyOgyFkX2v1W-DxT4Le8C9aQn2_7A6eCm35cPzlGcVMajucYMJyUiy_cNfYtLMCQNWBXysBIXvQEakqV70E/s400/week+5+scans+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313604642082613874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hilary Knight, Random House, 1978, w/new illustrations in 2001</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hilary Knight's fantastic style fits right in with the magic and wonder of the Cinderella tale. His cinder-sitting girl seems even more lovely and delicate and pure than the famous Disney face we've all grown to love. Knight, famous for his work on the Eloise books with Kay Thompson, has illustrated fifty books for children. The message from Hilary Knight recognizes his mother as the inspiration for the styling of this famous story. I love love love it, so thank you Katharine Sturges Knight for your fine inspiration. A few favorite elements: The woodsy font on the title page, the chubby freckly prince who seems so happy, the mousey little blue fairy godmother who truly does seem like a tiny sprite of a fairy, and the recipe for her party garb:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">""Now, Cinderella," ordered the fairy, "fetch me the following":</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Guinea-fowl feathers and bottles of blue,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mothwings and cobwebs sprinkled with dew!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll mix them with berries and sassafras,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And dress you in gossamer with slippers of glass!"</span><br /><br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-4SAiGVOzcmjTe2aAJzzCfnWXBMbswOxULYc6pOTfMOBnxK0SJ3v334OFyOgyFkX2v1W-DxT4Le8C9aQn2_7A6eCm35cPzlGcVMajucYMJyUiy_cNfYtLMCQNWBXysBIXvQEakqV70E/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%288%29.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHoRCDtSU0JW1DopVB9_XDyeuQPZNxoJSGsau51KALkNJTl_4bKbIfwBEsdPgLAoJNZ0K4qjhY97WSjeX5eNbzghvsObFtyr6gyzb4JhirVM_YNmYnbd_3eGSd0gWfYx95fYnNihs1Cs/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%289%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHoRCDtSU0JW1DopVB9_XDyeuQPZNxoJSGsau51KALkNJTl_4bKbIfwBEsdPgLAoJNZ0K4qjhY97WSjeX5eNbzghvsObFtyr6gyzb4JhirVM_YNmYnbd_3eGSd0gWfYx95fYnNihs1Cs/s400/week+5+scans+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313605272783890018" border="0" /></a></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplrfGWBAExrmzm3g5m5p9HB2dQdjtX2mXDrw5cl-0NKFiC9JCPjpYWElYyJyIBNlM1z17WqC8UXZ4tj013GfVpuwV274yMlQtuHWMDNRf3Tmr-1ON26XdBjFmWuN5vulSwgyqkzP2BRs/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%2810%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplrfGWBAExrmzm3g5m5p9HB2dQdjtX2mXDrw5cl-0NKFiC9JCPjpYWElYyJyIBNlM1z17WqC8UXZ4tj013GfVpuwV274yMlQtuHWMDNRf3Tmr-1ON26XdBjFmWuN5vulSwgyqkzP2BRs/s400/week+5+scans+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313604649870030274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.girafficsgallery.com/cinderella.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.girafficsgallery.com/cinderella.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-74024338340463093222009-03-30T07:32:00.004-05:002009-04-16T07:53:49.486-05:00Modern Monday-- The Seven Silly Eaters<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RC5roVlfJIvvmkPKEqnIf0rZ6wSK76ckk5NjBn7n78TTFPkyGe8NsNg2HUM9qweAIrTZj9OLqDgaC9NdGm3mWkV1f6uuccA6UvVJjDABs0V67cslB-ygDvDHCWVVa_NBuhsMKgeC2ug/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%2812%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4RC5roVlfJIvvmkPKEqnIf0rZ6wSK76ckk5NjBn7n78TTFPkyGe8NsNg2HUM9qweAIrTZj9OLqDgaC9NdGm3mWkV1f6uuccA6UvVJjDABs0V67cslB-ygDvDHCWVVa_NBuhsMKgeC2ug/s400/week+5+scans+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606830466637218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Seven Silly Eaters by <a href="http://www.maryannhoberman.com/index.html">Mary Ann Hoberman</a></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Illustrated by Marla Frazee</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Voyager Books-Harcourt, 1997</span><br /></div><br />Each of Mr. and Mrs. Peters SEVEN children is fixated on one particular food in this charming story told in rhyme, written by Mary Ann Hoberman, our current children's poet laureate! I love the way it unfolds and how the busy kid-filled illustrations hold details about their lives: Mom plays cello, they live in a home on lake, mom looks sporty, love dad's beard. Frazee does a great job capturing the spirit of the story in her illustrations -- someone is always reading, the laundry is always in progress, their are cats and dogs all over, chaos abounds but in a good and loving, happy sort of way.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now time went by as time will do;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And as it passed, the children grew.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The problem was that as they grew,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Their appetites kept growing, too!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But not their choice of what to eat:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Each child continued to repeat</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They wanted what they'd had before--</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The trouble was</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">they wanted more!</span><br /><br />Finally both mom AND the house are a wreck and the children decide to surprise HER for a change on her birthday by making all their favorite foods. A great for picky eaters and parents alike!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mathomhouse.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/29/sevensillyeaters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 390px;" src="http://mathomhouse.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/29/sevensillyeaters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjtihQ3bNdi7YBTdUkXOYF-V-dlPMfj5WNwGe4-HgeTLlZivm-7n13cbxSgKlOPuff6z5pxUBpJVY41d1IeWCDw0Yu1sEk4Z7C-yPt5EZG2J24r0NOGkQuL928tcNzRQSnGnwzV1NjOT8/s1600-h/week+5+scans+%2811%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjtihQ3bNdi7YBTdUkXOYF-V-dlPMfj5WNwGe4-HgeTLlZivm-7n13cbxSgKlOPuff6z5pxUBpJVY41d1IeWCDw0Yu1sEk4Z7C-yPt5EZG2J24r0NOGkQuL928tcNzRQSnGnwzV1NjOT8/s400/week+5+scans+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313606820305813682" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-58506969876607123002009-03-29T06:32:00.008-05:002009-04-15T05:26:54.426-05:00Illustrated Classics Edition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0OaaWfBFvivGOYsN_MNXn6YQDB-yqDahVe3WK-dlvsDdkDMUDChBJYmVCUITHA2hc2wHuy9j_G1P8oiXtL-n3AtJ3NsjkFwZl9ZKdlaWwGZrZP0oHDr-IUMJ8AwdyzokbXYBfILe7Ys/s1600-h/illustrated+classics.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0OaaWfBFvivGOYsN_MNXn6YQDB-yqDahVe3WK-dlvsDdkDMUDChBJYmVCUITHA2hc2wHuy9j_G1P8oiXtL-n3AtJ3NsjkFwZl9ZKdlaWwGZrZP0oHDr-IUMJ8AwdyzokbXYBfILe7Ys/s400/illustrated+classics.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324201351514937106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptWL6Da5_SUwPKAVOSDynP80SbzdgxN6G7wiTh9Umi8-InyMHMsnn94Mzh-EmlDdHDzLYraj8-zrO4lFNFj1ICgyz1Q-2v-LNkf0ofVaF5J-gma4pnXn8lPPfQitc1Lwpdo5gAmpOOLY/s1600-h/Week+4+scans2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptWL6Da5_SUwPKAVOSDynP80SbzdgxN6G7wiTh9Umi8-InyMHMsnn94Mzh-EmlDdHDzLYraj8-zrO4lFNFj1ICgyz1Q-2v-LNkf0ofVaF5J-gma4pnXn8lPPfQitc1Lwpdo5gAmpOOLY/s400/Week+4+scans2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200747470306082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">adapted by Mitsu Yamamoto, Illustrations by Pablo Marcos Studio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Moby Books - I. Walman & Son, Inc, 1979</span><br /></div><br />The back of the book reads:<br />"After fourteen years in a dungeon, Edmond Dantes escapes by taking a dead man's place. Because Dantes is starting life over as a penniless sailor, his pursuit of vengeance will only be poosible if a huge treasure, revealed to him by a babbling, dying prisonmate, actually exists on the Island of Monte Cristo. Follow Edmond Dantes as he discovers the long-lost treasure and becomes wealthy, powerful and hard-hearted Count of Monte Cristo, whose one aim in life is revenge on the three men responsible for his imprisonment."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8ufpRiewcTTrtuKE4DmaQ_7U2-xfY5T2xS-FIwYFXeW7ppPG3snGSCxuIiwHAh5grdc1OUGcF87EhOahx1GfjxVyOhy1SLp2rqYyvT-yYcNlACVZLHq4-dwTw4QrjjUQb51OCf8IXVE/s1600-h/Week+4+scans1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8ufpRiewcTTrtuKE4DmaQ_7U2-xfY5T2xS-FIwYFXeW7ppPG3snGSCxuIiwHAh5grdc1OUGcF87EhOahx1GfjxVyOhy1SLp2rqYyvT-yYcNlACVZLHq4-dwTw4QrjjUQb51OCf8IXVE/s400/Week+4+scans1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200742296572018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Adapted by Lucia Monfried, cover illustration by Al Leiner</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Moby Books- I. Waldman & Son, 1977</span><br /></div><br />This is the book I remember owning. I was never a fan of these books simply because they weren't the "originals." I considered them inferior because they were adapted or edited or abridged books. I also had a copy of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wizard of Oz</span> among other books and was always fascinated by the bits and pieces of the novel version that were so far away from the film version. Yet, to this day I've not read any of the Frank L. Baum versions though I've always meant to. They look so intriguing, book after fantastical book, all lined up on the shelves at the library or the bookstore.<br /><br />The back of this book reads:<br />"Knocked on the head in the nineteeth century, Hank Morgan wakes to find himself in King Arthur's England! The Connecticut Yankee uses all his scientific knowledge to become the King's chief minister, outwits the master magician, Merlin, and finally wins the kingdogm. But can he ever get back to Connecticut? Or is it all a dream?"<br /><br />I enjoy time travel books and films (reminds me a wee bit of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0035423/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Kate and Leopold</span></a>) and this makes me think of the recent essay I heard<a href="http://scrabblestungun.blogspot.com/2009/04/wit-chuck-and-charles.html"> Chuck Klosterman read at the UND Writers Conferenc</a>e. What fun!<br /><br />This book doesn't mention an illustrator but all three books have the same cover designer -- Al Leiner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCf7R_DFnao2n_fZKXoLhAz_1ugXvOsNcpiUsu8MjfJCI5Y8uzXlhYN7KgOWb-SOcfDOEJApLG4oVaZatZgQ-jMd6k6q7vEM0GY9BriCR-FZp62DVYc1HWvDD7XaRY5Lt2Tq2UlReZN4/s1600-h/Week+4+scans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCf7R_DFnao2n_fZKXoLhAz_1ugXvOsNcpiUsu8MjfJCI5Y8uzXlhYN7KgOWb-SOcfDOEJApLG4oVaZatZgQ-jMd6k6q7vEM0GY9BriCR-FZp62DVYc1HWvDD7XaRY5Lt2Tq2UlReZN4/s400/Week+4+scans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200738890169090" border="0" /></a><br />The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson<br />Adapted by Mitsu Yamamoto, Illustrated by Brendan Lynch<br />Moby Books - Waldman Publishing Group, 1983<br /><br /><br />The back of the book reads:<br />"Henry Jekyll, though a respected medical doctor, is shunned by his friends and associates because of his incredible belief that man is not truly one person, but two! Determined to prove his belief and to separate one man into two personalities and two bodies, Jekyll concocts a drug and tests it on himself. After that his life changes, bringing him into contact with the evil Mr. Hyde. Everyone but Jekyll despises the slimy Hyde as soon as he shows his repulsive self, but the doctor befriends him and even makes him his heir. What is the mysterious hold that the murderous Hyde has over Dr. Jekyll? Can it be broken--or will Jekyll become Hyde's next victim?<br /><br />Is it just me or do the backs of these books tell a teensy bit too much? I really am a purist when it comes to not having TOO much knowledge going in to a book. I prefer the blank slate or the barest bit of an idea of the plot. Oh well. I guess many people know the basic premise of each of these stories. Though a "young reader" about to read one of these books for the first time may not. Of course, they may be pared down so much that one needs this extra bit of info. Who knows? At any rate, it was fun to revisit these blasts from the past. Here's <a href="http://www.seriesbooks.com/mobybooks.htm">a listing</a> of some of the other titles in the series.Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-25201748977898395212009-03-28T18:47:00.003-05:002009-04-11T13:41:35.866-05:00Bambi Grows Up<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYXGX7-EGG0mjCPMR1gB8Eqx2H-3J2FVwdtxcrw_8WJKH78-KhcYbUZhctJ8Q2FsNSDmdle0VBA_zklbZ4yA3nYE9TGzNJFJ4qnv8xUGUu4zUaJpi4RGWOi2CPUsHjLi8ophYcsik4j0/s1600-h/bambi5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYXGX7-EGG0mjCPMR1gB8Eqx2H-3J2FVwdtxcrw_8WJKH78-KhcYbUZhctJ8Q2FsNSDmdle0VBA_zklbZ4yA3nYE9TGzNJFJ4qnv8xUGUu4zUaJpi4RGWOi2CPUsHjLi8ophYcsik4j0/s400/bambi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566345221841714" border="0" /></a>Walt Disney Productions, Random House, 1979<br /></div><br />This book takes us from newborn fawn to young stag in the life of Bambi, the young prince. We meet his best pal, Thumper and we encounter a skunk called Flower. His mother explains how to behave when hunters are near and tells him about his father. We also meet Faline, his love interest and watch as Bambi challenges Ronno, a strange deer, for Faline. He's all grown up and his father "The Great Prince of the Forest" is proud.<br /><br />In a small way this is a precurser to <span style="font-style: italic;">The Lion King</span> without all the <span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet</span>. I adore the artwork in this book. I realize it's just "Disney," but that doesn't change the appeal for me... Nearly every picture is one I'd like to frame.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPQYbWb6lUb43Ttw5QpO2WXim-T7EhPRel6DjE7wGfTpRvESu52BS5R35ffANY_ZfR7lkMm5emOnu9ajDtubv882ITW13LS_8kiZ6jO1sXwXlo_jUa-TjLp0hRMCIqBB9RJMWBYFJ9mA/s1600-h/bambi4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPQYbWb6lUb43Ttw5QpO2WXim-T7EhPRel6DjE7wGfTpRvESu52BS5R35ffANY_ZfR7lkMm5emOnu9ajDtubv882ITW13LS_8kiZ6jO1sXwXlo_jUa-TjLp0hRMCIqBB9RJMWBYFJ9mA/s400/bambi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566332936722674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBglO3ZQLVOcEUy3EeaIPEPHDh0897KovggVnKXgmkJoWimr5QhKjwmMs96Wy2pxn6ZVwZsj9g9_jSPWamk7NioYNomoHaglvdL0aZBTf24SHJssr1ycW0TteqKgeNqGDtPvwFGY6UYlk/s1600-h/bambi3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBglO3ZQLVOcEUy3EeaIPEPHDh0897KovggVnKXgmkJoWimr5QhKjwmMs96Wy2pxn6ZVwZsj9g9_jSPWamk7NioYNomoHaglvdL0aZBTf24SHJssr1ycW0TteqKgeNqGDtPvwFGY6UYlk/s400/bambi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566332460801458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ99JK8jE7mnudo5gRC8QMwzyjOHoRh2ib46imaegwI_gBybkcfaBJvEKXNbUg7G-1JlePNSTxL1zYfT98a1cS5bFtv3uONxiAZ8EKsJXKq2RtPps_4QJx0R-tKaOoeSSUvsuN1OJAU3E/s1600-h/bambi2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ99JK8jE7mnudo5gRC8QMwzyjOHoRh2ib46imaegwI_gBybkcfaBJvEKXNbUg7G-1JlePNSTxL1zYfT98a1cS5bFtv3uONxiAZ8EKsJXKq2RtPps_4QJx0R-tKaOoeSSUvsuN1OJAU3E/s400/bambi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566322237988946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWlkG6bvSLpENbE1BldIKxoFbudoKc2woEkpafS0hXDg1mjMpb38CRddFHdWEnSgdiIja9zKnkqV_nc-g8xOjpzI-DXSSJuNZ-7hV6GHjYk9xsoQCMYRM87g9fgt2qUPgDreSW7Ov_FY/s1600-h/bambi1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWlkG6bvSLpENbE1BldIKxoFbudoKc2woEkpafS0hXDg1mjMpb38CRddFHdWEnSgdiIja9zKnkqV_nc-g8xOjpzI-DXSSJuNZ-7hV6GHjYk9xsoQCMYRM87g9fgt2qUPgDreSW7Ov_FY/s400/bambi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566312423688034" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463975152635739146.post-13051310314429984202009-03-27T06:44:00.004-05:002009-04-11T12:56:32.788-05:00Weeny Witch by Ida DeLage<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaL-2iFlpV58y62IRVvu5NoJs9_CN2QHLSFI79SMYbIrUjYyyMY9m3ow4WpQvRjl-jnAN25uUNuOAlQGFY29ikHSh72aT-rkujbMiNIKS9NSTpAiuX70IVSnxDQDAfJ_5FidEQDY6Plk/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaL-2iFlpV58y62IRVvu5NoJs9_CN2QHLSFI79SMYbIrUjYyyMY9m3ow4WpQvRjl-jnAN25uUNuOAlQGFY29ikHSh72aT-rkujbMiNIKS9NSTpAiuX70IVSnxDQDAfJ_5FidEQDY6Plk/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565374307650498" border="0" /></a>Weeny Witch by Ida DeLage Illustrations by Kelly Oechsli<br />Xerox Education Publications, 1968<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I simply adored this book as a child. I think the pictures have a lot to do with it, but the story is pretty wonderful too. It's about the witches plot to keep the night dark by capturing the night fairies who light the sky with their wands. Their plan is to gather spider's webs and capture the fairies by dawn. The main character is a tiny misfit witch who can't seem to do anything "right"... she's late for the witches meeting, she's afraid of spiders, she likes the night bright with stars. Instead of searching for webs for the net, she plays zooming around with her broom until a great horned owl decides to make her his meal and she and her broomstick are knocked from the sky. Unable to fly with a broken broomstick, Weeny set off on foot toward the Witches Hollow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFByXR9VSDgrLkmysIAfOCeihFTUQBd5WaChx0O8kb5t_EXkhuQ4SGlf9S74nZ8uMnuMqLQpux0a_ucempLV7Ae-CIDJ30UYvEyhQmjTpIrqcGpKzujo1wR0BoLos_OaezSKVFHX-jFc8/s1600-h/scan0017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFByXR9VSDgrLkmysIAfOCeihFTUQBd5WaChx0O8kb5t_EXkhuQ4SGlf9S74nZ8uMnuMqLQpux0a_ucempLV7Ae-CIDJ30UYvEyhQmjTpIrqcGpKzujo1wR0BoLos_OaezSKVFHX-jFc8/s400/scan0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565386213434802" border="0" /></a>This turn of events works in the favor of both Weeny and the night fairies whom she rescues by sweeping away the sticky silken net holding them captive. They take her with them when they fly to freedom to protect her from the witches' rage, but there is a surprise in store for Weeny.<br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZJEAN6RGG6DyjUtgeM2P-B9KGK2dE4zMgLcELBynuvQ5TheX0Lw09JQyJg7DJxpXSd49iDUex60mB_ePChcrs5qbGK0FJ74hLufT08vwn-j7J_8o8d8c3PiY8AdtEO8hVmntCDhz-6Y/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZJEAN6RGG6DyjUtgeM2P-B9KGK2dE4zMgLcELBynuvQ5TheX0Lw09JQyJg7DJxpXSd49iDUex60mB_ePChcrs5qbGK0FJ74hLufT08vwn-j7J_8o8d8c3PiY8AdtEO8hVmntCDhz-6Y/s400/scan0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565391809286146" border="0" /></a>Carmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08513120694616841370noreply@blogger.com0