This post won't interest anyone but me I am sure. And I am writing it for me. This blog is my journal of sorts, and this is happy memory I came across in a box in my garage this weekend. When I was 5 I went to first grade. We lived in Lawton, Oklahoma as my dad was stationed at Ft. Sill. I tested out of kindergarten (can't imagine why!) so rode a little Army bus every day to 1st grade. When my first "Scholastic Book Order Form" came...I was so anxious to take it home and hoped my mom would let me buy some books. She did! I'm sure I made my selections very carefully and I'm sure I was guided by my mother and the prices of the books. I still remember the day I went to school and there was a little bag of brand new books sitting on my desk! All mine! To take home and love. And love them I did. And I still have them! These might not be the very first ones I bought, but they have to be close, because they were all published by Scholastic within a year or two of my first grade year. They are old and worn, but still very cute books!

Watch Out Mrs. Doodlepunk! This was a favorite for some reason! The cover tore off long ago. One Two Three Going to Sea, Too Much Noise, and Rich Cat, Poor Cat. They are fun books. How I still love a good book!
Here is the inside of One Two Three...where I wrote my name so nice and neatly. The first time. Not sure about all that scribble the second time!
Mrs. Doodlepunk and her baby doll were always being picked on by Mr. Frizzboy. He put a frog in the carriage!
But she ran after him to avenge her baby...he got away...not before some more antics of course...
In the end Mrs. Doodlepunk gets her revenge when she offers Mr. Frizzboy some tea from her tea party! The pictures are still as cute to me today as they were back then...and a fun story. Maybe because I had two older brothers who liked to pick on me!
Too Much Noise was another favorite. The old man Peter lives in a house that makes noise. The floor squeaks, the tea pot hisses, the leaves swish on the roof, etc. So he goes to the wise man of the village who tells him to get a dog. Each time he goes to the wise man he tells him to get another animal. By the time he has a bunch of animals he just can't stand the noise. TOO MUCH NOISE! So the wise man tells him to let go of each of the animals. Then the floor creaks...ahhh, what a quiet noise. The leaves swish on the roof, what a quite noise...etc. I have always loves this story. I think there is a moral in there somewhere. About appreciating what we have...
Peter enjoying his "quiet" house...I love the illustrations in this book as well.
And speaking of old books...I have an old Primary Songbook "including Marches and voluntaries" that belonged to my mom. It is a cute little book and very old. My good friend, and come to find out a relation to me through my Philo Taylor Farnsworth line, Scott Olsen, has found me a few more old church song books. I thank him for thinking of me and blessing me with these wonderful treasures. Deseret Sunday School Songs was published in 1909. Latter-Day Saint Hymns was published in 1927. And the Aaronic Priesthood Chorus in 1945. These are beautiful old books and I am happy to have them in my "collection." I love books and I love music, so these were perfect!
I can't see a publishing date inside my mom's book, but she wrote her name in it (her married name so that was after 1952). But it belonged to her childhood primary - Thurber Ward (Bicknell, Utah) in 1945. These kind of books are precious to me.
That is my post on my old books...and my happy memory of learning to read and loving to read!