I hate those questionnaires that ask: “What’s your favorite book/movie?”
As if I could decide on only ONE. It’s like Sophie’s Choice. I cannot choose! I cannot choose!
But this year at Christmas it finally hit me. I’ve had this book since I was five:
I still write my name in the front of my books, but back then I was a bit more enthusiastic about dotting my “i”s.
My mom used to buy these Whitman Tell-A-Tale books for a quarter at the grocery store, probably just to shut me up so she could get done with her shopping. Moms all over the world are familiar with this tactic, but how many great things like this can you find anymore for (published price) 29 cents?
I have taken this book out every year on Christmas Eve to read to my kids, and this year was no exception. My oldest son, 17, and my youngest, 13, still sat all the way through, and my husband listened along, too.
The illustrations were done by an artist named Florence Sarah Winship. I have a few more books featuring her artwork, and after a precursory internet search, I can’t find any information on her, other than she was born in Indiana and lived in Illinois. But what great detail! I really though that sugarplums must look like This. At least they should, anyway. I looked up real sugarplums online, and they’re not nearly as pretty. Not to mention there are images labeled “sugar plum” that have absolutely nothing to do with either sugar or plums….