This morning, feeling thankful for family and friends, and birthday anniversaries and consequently a little sentimental, I pulled this off the shelves and read through it. It was fun experiencing just a little of the joy, mystery, adventure, seriousness and hope of being a child again.
I remember my mother reciting “My Shadow.” Other poems reminded me of days sick in bed (“The Land of Counterpane”), reading treasured books, and being read to by my parents (“Picture Books in Winter”), and one childhood activity that I have continued to enjoy, now for over 70 years:
My copy, an unused library book I purchased (it had never been checked out,) says that this is the original title page, done by Jessie Wilcox Smith.
It is a wonderful little book and the illustrations are typical Smith.
One of the nice things about having farmers in your family, and living in the country, is haylofts! So this brought back memories too, especially of Salemville, Pennsylvania and the Kagarise farm.