Back at the March Break of 1959, I came down with the Godzilla of all possible colds. I’ve never been so totally congested before or since.
My brother, our friend Ricky and myself had just discovered that Norel Hobbies on the main (unpaved) drag was selling single-prop rubber-band-driven balsa wood model airplanes for a buck a pop! Must have been a March Break gate crasher...
What an absolute BLAST it was to fly Those beauties around! We’d been practicing with one or two of ‘em in the street prior to that break.
And we knew that for such a minor expenditure for our double-income parents (rare back then!), they wouldn’t mind a few fatal crashes, necessitating another dollar or two, just to get us out of their hair for the whole week...
But - and here’s the root of my deep discontent - Fate had very different plans for me that week.
I was suddenly, at the start of that glorious week of childish freedom, invalidated - sneezing, coughing - and very contagious. So my young buddies got their wooden planes... and I?
Well, my mother the librarian had BIGGER ideas for ME.
She wanted to take advantage of my misfortune to make me into an AVID READER - cold or NO cold!
And that she did - with THIS ONE BOOK. It didn’t have any pictures, but, boy oh boy, it had a fabulously eerie plot that gripped my young imagination. You see, she had first dibs on borrowing the books she bought and catalogued at home, back in those unregimented days, so why not teach the kids to learn to love reading too?
WOW, was she right!
This book had everything.
Kids my age as heroes, a would-be world-enslaving villain who prepared me to meet Goldfinger three or four years later - when I was allowed to hop a bus into town ALL BY MYSELF (okay, you kids, laugh!) - and a mysterious thundering mountain that got the young heroes into a lot more trouble than anything life had ever thrown at them before.
And of course it’s a great book... NOT. No, NO teacher would have approved of it back then (but hey, I woulda read it anyway under the sheets with a flashlight)!
But my Mom was the one who recommended it to me... and it may (who knows?) have helped turn me into a university graduate in English Lit, in the end. AND got me addicted to books BIG TIME, that otherwise Awful week.
THREE AND A HALF STARS FOR THE UNBEATABLE MEMORIES, ENID!
You gave me back my technicolor DREAMS, and - know what else?
BOOKS were suddenly AWESOME.
And guess what?
Thanks to my memory of this book -
My young Grand-Nephew now LOVES Blyton's Famous Five!
(AND he'll open a NEW Blyton book from me next week, on his Birthday.
With a copy on Kindle for moi-meme!)