If you grew up in Canada, chance are good that you read The Secret World of Og.
In a fit of nostalgia, I checked this book out of our local library and I remembered of why it is such a popular book.
First there are the illustrations, which were provided by Patsy Berton.
These two deserve to be immortalized in my household somehow, maybe on a tea towel…
My favorite scene in the book is when they paint Peter green because, “Like all red-blooded boys he always wanted to paint himself green.” I know that I would have painted myself green in a heartbeat if the opportunity would have presented itself. I suppose I envied Peter, just a bit. I think that I will have to find a way to frame this one and hang it in my bathroom.
When I first read this book, I wanted to be Penny – the oldest, responsible sister who enjoyed Lucy Lawless books. Unlike my friends, I could not get through a Nancy Drew book to save my life, she bored me half to death and so I thought Penny was very mature. The truth is, I was Patsy – always falling into the water with pockets full of amphibians.
This book is really about the power of stories – especially the stories we tell ourselves. As Pamela says, “Maybe it’s not so much what you are, as what you are,” she said finally, trying to sort it all out. “I mean, if you think you’re something, then it’s almost as if you were something.”
Words to keep in mind no matter how old you are.
Have you read this book? What was your favorite part?
My new clothesline in action
Once upon a time we all used solar energy and evaporation to dry our clothes. I still do, as often as I can. Recently, my Sweetie constructed me a super duper clothes line complete with pulleys, line spaces, and a post that required a hole to be dug and cement to be poured. It might be silly, but I am thrilled with my new toy. I find the repetition of hanging the laundry to be peaceful and meditative. It requires me to pay attention to larger issues, such as the weather and it brings rhythm to my day – laundry in the machine while I drink my morning coffee, hung on the line while I put the sprinkler is on the garden, and unpinned and brought inside after the dinner dishes are washed. I also save money. The big sticker on the door of my dryer informs me that it used 82 kWh per month. This works out to between$7.38 to $11.07 a month. Not a lot, but the pennies and dollars do add up. My clothes should also last longer when they are not subjected to the rigors of the drier. And the smell! In my mind, there is no greater luxury than sleeping on sheets that have dried in the summer sun.
Do you use a clothesline? Leave me a comment and tell me why or why not.
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My mom came across this doll in our local thrift shop and bought it for me because when I was a little girl, I had one just like it.
Her name was Miss Wigglyhead because when she was new, you could pull her string and she would wiggle around like a newborn (or writhe like she was about to be sick according to my mom).
Miss Wigglyhead, like all my dolls was an avid swimmer and spent a lot of time bathing in mud puddles, accompanied by myself because you should always swim with a buddy. Consequently, her ability to wiggle was compromised. Her soft fabric body, or “soft” as I called it, was replaced several times by my mom and she lasted for many years. I don’t know what eventually happened to her but I do remember her fondly. Maybe I will try and restore this Miss Wigglyhead to her former glory.
What special toys can you remember from your childhood?