Showing posts with label EnidBlyton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label EnidBlyton. Show all posts
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
I think I have finally found where all your special words have been hiding.
Please talk to me about your memories of Enid, while I hungrily make my own.
And if you live in another land, who was YOUR "Enid" when you were a child?
Enid Mary Blyton 1897-1968
"There is one rule about pretending which must never be broken—you must be absolutely serious about it. If you break this rule you can neither pretend yourself, nor will the children pretend in front of you.
Last week was quite a red-letter week. I had in the garden, at 11.15 every morning, 2 or 3 policemen, a frightfully bold and audacious burgler, one Indian, a Canadian express train, a goods train, two motor-buses who had the exciting gift of changing into their own conductor and driver at will, and last, but not least, a galloping horse, who said ‘Gee-up’ and smacked himself at short intervals. He invited me for a ride, but (fortunately) I happened to be a stern Bedouin of the desert at the moment and therefore preferred camels for riding. The horse, before my eyes, began to change into a suitable camel, but the school-bell rang before the metamorphosis was complete.” —February 27, 1924
Enid Blyton wrote as many as 10 books a year for over 40 years.
And if you live in another land, who was YOUR "Enid" when you were a child?
Enid Mary Blyton 1897-1968
"There is one rule about pretending which must never be broken—you must be absolutely serious about it. If you break this rule you can neither pretend yourself, nor will the children pretend in front of you.
Last week was quite a red-letter week. I had in the garden, at 11.15 every morning, 2 or 3 policemen, a frightfully bold and audacious burgler, one Indian, a Canadian express train, a goods train, two motor-buses who had the exciting gift of changing into their own conductor and driver at will, and last, but not least, a galloping horse, who said ‘Gee-up’ and smacked himself at short intervals. He invited me for a ride, but (fortunately) I happened to be a stern Bedouin of the desert at the moment and therefore preferred camels for riding. The horse, before my eyes, began to change into a suitable camel, but the school-bell rang before the metamorphosis was complete.” —February 27, 1924
Enid Blyton wrote as many as 10 books a year for over 40 years.
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