Books that marked my youth..

So, once upon a time I commited to reading every day in this big book about 366 days. 

The stories (more or less just one page - a whole story) depicts the life of American squirrels and their friends =)

Copyright: MCMLXXXV - first published in 1985 - translated in 86. This book is just 40 years old!! 

Dutch translate: R. Vooren.

Authur: Linda Hayward.  (More about the author)

Illustrations: Amye Rosenberg.

Published by Deltas: Aartselaar/Harderwijk.

It starts on the 25th of December: we meet the family squirel: Not the european tree-to-tree squirrel, but the American Ground squirrel! That looks like this.. 

Maybe coincidence or not, but we once owned a ground squirrel! It lived in a cage in our livingroom at the old appertment in Deinze.. It lived for about 3 years (or 2 years) it escaped quite often (and we had a looooooad of shit (furnture!) and we managed to capture it every time. It died when in hibernation, he just never woke up again. I can't remember when this was.. Must have been somewhere between 2000 till 2004.

So the family squirrel:

Zip (the brother)

Mother Squirrel

Kibby (sister)

Father Squirrel

Buffy the squirrel (tree)

Willy raccoon.

Barend Beaver

Oehoe Owl

It ends on 25th of december!

I was so in love with the black and white pictures of the animals :) and was so invested in their little lives of every day!

Don't know yet if I can toss the book away.. after all this time, it kinda owns that place in my bookcase..

xx

Sara

Ohyeah.. the pages of the book up above are actually the most meaningfull to me! It's the birthdays of me,  my kids, my man and my brother ;)

I kinda read it a lot, it stayed under my bed, it was there always.. 

When I was in my first house, (when my parens were still together) the house, a desperate fix-an-upper who was never treated like that, so it remained a house in bad shape for the many years I lived there.

I have many many memories of my room, my window (1 layer glass) that looked out the garden. The birds (sparrows) who would wake me up with their chirps of a nest nearby) 

the old petroleum heater in the hallway.. the very steep stairs, where my brother got 2 scars from falling down... ... the hours I played with my barbies. The little trinkets I collected (from horses to ballet stuff) the little ballet figurines my daughter had now.. the white desk I had for studying and when the first computer first set foot to the house.. (must have been somewhere in 1996-1997) it was only good for playing a couple of stuff (mentioned on the blogpost about nostalgia day at my brothers place) .. playing with lots of disks.. those were the days: 

where I played CARMEN SANDIEGO (in French) on the commodore 64. The software was allready 10 years old by then. Or alley cat, or nitrogen or all those other things..

oh dear, thank god no children were harmed at my house from the stairs! Yes, maybe the odd falling on their behinds, but never on their head!

I remember T took a fall on a radiator pipe on his head. (at the back) when he was about 4 or 5.. 

I remember A took a fall when playing on her new and big bed and fell on her back - with the head on the head board.. she even played like nothing happend.. when she was about 2..

I remember T making jumps onto something at the EFTELING.. so we rode back to a Belgian hospital (that was about 3 years ago) 

ah wel.. little kids, little problems.. big kids.. you know.. 

My father remained living in the house, only a few years ago he and his new wife purchased another house, about 10 houses down.. Now he has a fishpond and a nice modern house. Good for him and his family. My mother just owns a caravan.. (but formarly she had 2) What's wrong with this sentence?