…or maybe Judy Blume.
Well, not me. All of
the books that I remember best from childhood were written in the 1960’s. Why? During my childhood, my mother was, as she
liked to refer to herself, a “garage-saler”.
You read that right – garage s-a-l-e-r.
Trust me when I tell you that there wasn’t a single Saturday of my
childhood that my mother did not hit at least three garage sales.
While this had somewhat tragic results for my and my
sibling’s trousseau, it did mean that over a childhood of
summer Saturdays, we amassed a rather obscure book collection. These were not popular series books, or
Disney spinoffs. These were the
One-Hit-Wonders of the children’s publishing world.
The first one I’d like to share with you is the Teeny Teeny
Tiny Giraffe.
Teeny Teeny Tiny Giraffe is a Rand McNally Junior Elf book.
These tiny tomes measure just 4.5 in wide and 6.5 in
long. They fit perfectly into children’s
hands and were sold for the retail price of .49 cents! I loved this book because of the rich illustrations. I don’t recall ever actually reading the
words in this book, and yet it remains an important part of my literary
history.
Which brings me to my point: a
book’s value does not lie solely in its words.
Sometimes you just want to look at the pictures – and that’s ok
too.
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