Wind in the Willows and Winnie the Pooh, Two in One
Back in the 70s when I learned the term “depravation of environment” at college, I had decided that I had had experienced this greatly in my childhood for I had not read many children’s books outside of Disney’s, which, by the way, were nothing to brag about. So I went to Hinks Department store in Berkeley and came home with “The Wind in the Willows.” I was going to collect and read all the best children’s books.
My friend Bob on Goodreads was reading “Winnie the Pooh” so I decided to do the same, but I wanted to start with this one. Well, It was not interesting. Who wants to read about an ugly mole or a river rat? I suppose the author is trying to make kids like them.
Well, first off, the mole in this story comes above ground and loves seeing nature. Well, let’s not begin by lying to kids. Moles rarely come above ground and they can only see black and white, and I don’t mean like, black and white TV. I mean that they see light and dark, as in, dark underground, light above ground. And the more I read, the more bored I became. The End. I put the book down and went on to another, “Winnie the Pooh.”
Now this book was cute. The author is or was, ingenious. I can handle the animals and even like their way of talking, although I admit, the reader of the first book was great, and I felt like I have heard her voice before and saw her as someone’s aunt, an actress with the bulging eyes who always wore her hair in a bun. The narrator of this book, a man, was just as good. And the stories were better; they were fun.
We have a bear named “Pooh,” a bird named “Christopher Robin, an Owl and a piglet. I don’t recall the owl’s name, but maybe the pig was “Piglet.”
While I hate animals talking; this time it didn’t matter.
The bear wanted to reach the honey in a tall tree, maybe a pine. Instead of climbing, he floated up there in a balloon. Ah, come on. Bears can climb. Still, it was cute. Then he had to figure out how to get down. That was tricky. Maybe these two books hadn’t been written when I was a kid. I would have loved this one.
Another story has Pooh and Company desiring to find the North Pole, wherever it is. All they knew was that there was a pole marking the spot. They pack provisions, that is, food, and then decide to eat it all at once so they wouldn’t have to carry it. Great idea. But what does the pole at North Pole look like? I can tell you: It is red and white striped, much like a Barber pole. Well, I don’t know if they have barber poles anymore except in old timey movies. I wish that we still had them, but I wish a lot of things that I don’t get. One thing that did disappear, thankfully, is the barber shop quartets. I dislike group singing. Give me a country music duet between a man and a woman and I am all ears. And heaven forbid, do not give me Opera.
So, if you had a bad childhood like I had, you owe it to yourself to begin reading all those books you missed. If anyone thinks I should give “The “Wind in the Willow” another try, let me know. If anyone has any other ideas for me to read so I won’t feel so deprived, let me know. I am all ears.