This is reminiscing about the bedtime stories I told my children and later my grandchild Jack when they were in their nightclothes in bed before going to sleep. I have told a
thousand stories to them when they were children wherein they joined me
on trips to the centre of the earth, to distant planets or shrunk in
size to battle microbes and germs. We saved whole populations, met
strange creatures and flew on our friend, Roger's flying carpet and space ship, usually
leaving by the children's bedroom window. He regularly arrived through
the same window to ask for our help when he faced battles to be won?
When we were facing disaster the good fairy always arrived to save us at
the last moment. We had a dragon, Dudley,( a green sloppy stuffed guy)
who was a good friend, a bragger and not very bright and Rab, a worn out
Rabbit, who had been a friend to three generations of children that
always got us in trouble and we spent a lot of time in jail and breaking
out? Mr and Mrs Ted ( our Teddy bears) and Raggedy Anne gave us good
advice, the children listened and cautioned us, but Dudley and I didn't
listen and that is why we were always in trouble.
The stories were exciting to me as well because the kids and I and our stuffed toys told these stories and we had to share in sorting them out. The kids were serious critics as well and offered endless advice.
Our evenings were busy and I miss that now. I hope that David, Peter and Cathy are still looking after the much loved Raggedy and Rab in their retirement. Life is too quiet now.
The stories were exciting to me as well because the kids and I and our stuffed toys told these stories and we had to share in sorting them out. The kids were serious critics as well and offered endless advice.
Our evenings were busy and I miss that now. I hope that David, Peter and Cathy are still looking after the much loved Raggedy and Rab in their retirement. Life is too quiet now.
