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13 Favourite Books!

 

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1. Anything by Enid Blyton – “The Faraway Tree”, “The Wishing Chair”, “Children of Cherry-Tree Farm”, “The Secret Seven”, “The Famous Five”, “The Naughtiest Girl in the School”, “Mallory Towers” and “St Clair’s”. She is probably my all time favourite children’s author.

2. “The Billabong Books” by Mary Grant Bruce.

3. “Anne of Green Gables” and “Emily of New Moon” by L.M. Montgomery.

4. “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

5. “Tom’s Midnight Garden” by Phillipa Pearce.

6. “The Chronicles of Narnia” by C.S. Lewis

7. “The Little White Horse” by Elizabeth Gould.

8. “My Friend Flicka” by Mary O’Hara.

9. “Nancy Drew” by Carolyn Keene

 10. “The Hardy Boys” by Franklin W. Dixon, and it was always more exciting when they teamed up with Nancy Drew!

11. “The Trixie Belden Mysteries” written first by Julie Campbell and then by various other authors.

12. “The Obernewtyn Chronicles” by Isobelle Carmody. There has been about a 20 year wait for this series to finish, the end is finally in sight, and I am really looking forward to it!

13. Anything by Roald Dahl – “The BFG”, “James and the Giant Peach” and “Matilda” to name a few, though my favourite would have to be “Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes”!

It was not very surprising that I found it hard to cull this list to just 13, there are so many more that keep popping into my mind! Most of these are for older children, I can’t really remember any favourite picture books, though my daughter has plenty at the moment! I am really looking forward to reading them with her in years to come.

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Toys from my childhood

I’m currently away, with my family in a city. We do this trip regularly so our kids can see all their relatives, so we’re quite seasoned travellers. We’re staying with my parents, and I’ve just spent a morning pulling out toys that I used to play with as a kid. My parents carefully put them away and bring them out for their grandkids – can you imagine doing that with some of today’s toys? Anyway, here is my little wander down memory lane.

The old Tupperware shape sorter. For people who didn’t have one of these growing up, it’s a ball with one red side, one blue side and lots of different shaped holes. There are yellow blocks to post through the holes, and they open out to let all the blocks out. My Mum’s has lost the spring in the middle and lost two shapes, which is not bad for 30 years of use. We have one exactly the same at home, so my youngest fell on it with glee and has been posting shapes.

Wooden blocks. We’ve looked for these and found them quite hard to find, and the ones we have seem to be a lot lighter. These are the good old fashioned blocks with some weight behind them, they build walls and bridges and don’t fall over.

A wooden abacus. My eldest happily played with it, telling me that she uses a big one at the park. I remember playing with it myself, I never realised what it was but thought it was some sort of musical instrument, because you can make all sorts of cool noises with the wooden beads.

Books.  Ah yes, the box set of Beatrix Potter. In beautiful condition and with all the lovely paintings. These stories are now over a hundred years old and are of such a different time and place. When I read them to my eldest I often wonder what she can get from them, the animals and way of life are so foreign to her. But she loves them. I suppose they are a fantasy for her, with little talking rabbits and foxes and squirrels collecting nuts. They’re actually a great example of something I remember from when she was little. An early childhood educator was talking about reading and its importance and said – a child who reads experience so much more than one who doesn’t. A reading child is a city child who has visited a farm, an inland child who has been to the beach, an Australian child who has explored the jungle. So through my parents’ carefully kept books my 21st century digital child knows about herb gardens and squirrels and owls and hand washing and open fires.

I hope I can keep things for my grandchildren to share.