Comments on: Childcraft: Art for Children http://honey.delobi.us/2009/10/childcraft-art-for-children/ You read it, you read it. Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:15:28 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: admin http://honey.delobi.us/2009/10/childcraft-art-for-children/comment-page-1/#comment-1725 admin Sat, 27 Aug 2011 20:38:34 +0000 http://honey.delobi.us/?p=773#comment-1725 I suppose it's no stranger than reading Hansel and Gretal. Thanks for the comments. I suppose it’s no stranger than reading Hansel and Gretal. Thanks for the comments.

]]> By: Lynn A B W http://honey.delobi.us/2009/10/childcraft-art-for-children/comment-page-1/#comment-1722 Lynn A B W Sat, 27 Aug 2011 17:44:32 +0000 http://honey.delobi.us/?p=773#comment-1722 At least from the time that I was eight, my mother read to me from Childcraft, almost every night. We read: Aesop's fables, Kipling, All the Fairy Tale and poetry, but rarely anything that was reality based. Reflecting on this bit of personal history for the first time today, has righted a long overturned apple-cart. I browsed to this page looking for the "nonsense" poem, Tom-Tit-Tot.I still hope to find it,in its entirety. My mother's favorite bedtime reading for me, the last thought in my mind were of "The Highwayman" (The landlord's brown-eyed, daughter, Bess, sacrificially watches out and for her errant lover. I finally confronted her. If you read the poem, you will know why I wondered at my mother's choice. At least from the time that I was eight, my mother read to me from Childcraft, almost every night. We read: Aesop’s fables, Kipling, All the Fairy Tale and poetry, but rarely anything that was reality based. Reflecting on this bit of personal history for the first time today, has righted a long overturned apple-cart.

I browsed to this page looking for the “nonsense” poem, Tom-Tit-Tot.I still hope to find it,in its entirety.

My mother’s favorite bedtime reading for me, the last thought in my mind were of “The Highwayman” (The landlord’s brown-eyed, daughter, Bess, sacrificially watches out and for her errant lover.

I finally confronted her. If you read the poem, you will know why I wondered at my mother’s choice.

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