Remember when I was looking for a beloved childhood book last week? I found it!
Or at least, fabulous friends and relations found it for me.
In fact, within a handful of hours of my post, a librarian friend, Pussreboots, had found out with magic librarian skills that I was likely looking for the fourth volume, “Caravan of Fun” from the Children’s Hour series released in the 1950s.
I curled up with it for an hour today while the kid was busy with other things, and it was like climbing into bed on a Saturday night when I was 5, clean from the bath, and sliding between fresh clean sheets (probably the white ones with roses on them) that smelled perfect and crisp, ready to sleep, or rather, to roll over and close my eyes, then flick on the flashlight under the covers and read until I couldn’t read anymore.
In short, I was 5 again.
Tonight before bed I read the kid first “Eletelephony,” then, well, “Eletelephony” again, then “The Cannery Bear,” by Ray St. Clair, then “Eletelephony” once more, then “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” then he fell asleep. He wants “Bertram and the Lion” tomorrow night or perhaps “Dr. Doolittle and the Pushmi-Pullyu.” There’s plenty of time for the rest.