I seem to be mixing up the categories this time around—I started to blog about Tule, one of my two beloved dogs and how he sometimes shoots past me like an arrow, ears back, tongue lolling, his way of playing tag, I guess.
For obvious reasons, I decided I ought to switch that post to the PETS category.
So what are these ‘old favorites’?
No big surprise. They’re books.
Not the contemporary type. Stories I read in childhood, at the suggestion of my wonderful mother, who probably read every book in the Northport, Washington library before moving on to the one in nearby Colville.
One day—I must have been around ten or eleven—I was home, battling a bad cold or a case of the flu, I don’t recall—and I was lying on the couch, watching TV—some program including my first love, Michael Landon—and Mom came in with a stack of books in hand. Five or six of them.
All of them Nancy Drew mysteries.
I dived into those books and read countless others afterward, Trixie Belden was another favorite. Even the Bobbsey Twins.
What was their great appeal?
The heroines, starting with Nancy Drew, were strong, doing things on their own or with friends, usually female. They took charge, solved problems, all of that and more.
In other words, they set a very nice example for every young woman starting out in life.
