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Drawings in old books.... You might want to skip this blog its probably a bit too personal, or maybe a bit 'nother dimensional. Did you ever go up in the attic or down to the basement, open an old box or trunk and find some of the books that you read as a youngster? I did that recently and I had a some interesting flash backs. Those old black and white pen and ink drawings of Tom with the fishing pole over his shoulder, freckled Becky Thatcher, or Huck with his tattered pants... Whatever the volume, there was a different exciting world in each.. enclosed by two worn, fabric covers, I could hold those realms in my hands. When I was very young there was something about those drawings that would evoke, deep in me, a desire to leap forward to that grown up world that I believed I was headed for, worlds of the drawings, to me they seemed-- better times and better places. The world I dreamed I was growing up into, when I was that age, didn't turn out to be the world of my 60 plus years of actual experience.. not by a long shot. Still-- it's strange how, after so many years, when I uncovered those forgotten books those same drawings brought back the same old desires for the better worlds, the happier more exciting lives I had once before imagined. Even more importantly I think I briefly believed such worlds still might exist and by re-reading those books, perusing those pictures maybe I could go there, just maybe.... Oh well, ....maybe it was the attic dust that causes such hallucinations. See ya tomorrow. ~Doc~ 
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Somehow the drawings in children's books today just aren't the same. Maybe it is because we aren't children anymore and the old ones, we can transport our mind back to that time. I suppose the children today will have the same experience when they are our age we are now. Ann 
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2/1/2007 11:45 pm |
There was a book about water fairies with pictures that I can still recall. Lovely blog.
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2/2/2007 10:44 am |
Well folks, thank you so very much for the comments. I enjoyed and treasured each one, 'fraid this blog woulda been so much attic dust without your thoughts....
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2/3/2007 4:07 pm |
I keep meaning to read Huckleberry Finn again. I last read it when I was 14 or so. I suspect I would have an entirely different perspective now. At age 14 it was just another boy's adventure story to me. Another book I remember very fondly is "The Story of a Bad Boy" by Thomas Bailey Aldrich, a minor American poet. It made such an impact on me that I remember the name and author after some 50 years. A few years ago, I was curious as to whether my memory was accurate or not, so I googled Thomas Bailey Aldrich. My memory was spot on. He did write a book by that title.
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