Howling winter winds pounding the snow into hard packed
drifts. Howling summer winds snatching the precious top soil from the fields.
Isolated. Lonely. No electricity. No radio. No television. What was a child to
do?
Read. No matter that there were less than half a dozen books
in the house. They could always be read and reread.
The fuzzy wuzzy Santa lost much of his fuzz from all the
touches. The pop-up book barely escaped tears from all the pulling to see what
treasures were in those pictures.
And what did that child do when she was an adult? Bought adult
versions of pop-up books of course—the most special being Nick Bantock’s Griffin
and Sabine series, with their letters to be pulled out, unfolded, read, and
tucked back into their envelopes.
And what did that child do when she had children of her own?
Bought them books of course, the favorites being pop-ups which they read over
and over again. That mother marveled with her children at the magic of the
books with their pullout bits, their wheels to turn, their pages that magically
grew as they were opened.
And what did that child do when she had a granddaughter?
Bought her books of course, the favorites being pop-ups which they read over
and over again. That grandmother marveled with her munchkin at the magic of the
intricate designs.
We’ve come a long way, baby. A long way.
Pictures:
Santa Claus and the Little Lost Kitten by Louise W. Meyers
1952
Santa's Christmas Party by Helen Sterling 1951
Mother Goose - Hallmark (no date)
School Bugs by David A. Carter 2000
Yet another way to make books come alive. Very important to do that for kids.
ReplyDelete