Member Blogs > Read'Em Again Books"And Nobody Cares If He Rests for a While"

  • Thu, 27 Jun 2013 01:33:21    Permalink

    Although I don't have any in stock right now, I always enjoy taking Little Golden Books, Wonder Books, Tell-a-Tale Books, and Bonnie Books to book fairs and antique shows.  Although only a relatively small handful of them are in big demand (like Tex with his tape, Lulu with her Kleenex, and Dan with his Band-Aids), 

    whenever I set a box of them on a table for customers to flip through, they always generate a lot of reminiscing.

    It seems that almost everyone of a certain age has a story about their favorite title, and I'm no exception.  When I was very, very young, my parents fed me a steady diet of these books from the time I was about two years old, and I can still remember the covers of some of my favorites: The Gingerbread Shop (A Story from Mary Poppins), The Little Red Hen, The Little Pokey Puppy, Rin-Tin-Tin, The Traveling Musicians, and Mighty Mouse and His Friends.

     I especially liked the spinning wheel books.  I must have played with Hopalong Cassidy and Lucky, a television book with rotating tv screen pictures, for hours and hours.  Two other favorites were Tiny Toot Train and Words, both with volvelle covers.

    But without a doubt, my most favorite book of all was Rackety-Boom. 

    Im not really sure why, but I know I made my parents read it to me hundreds and hundreds of times.  I can still remember many snippets of the verse today, and they tell me I had it completely memorized when I was three. 

    That, actually, caused my eight-year old neighbor considerable consternation.  One day, when he was over at our house, I wanted him to read a stack of books to me, and of course I picked good-old Rackety Boom to be the first.  As I sat next to him and he began to read the first page, I spoke the memorized lines right along with (actually in some cases before) him. 

        "Rackety-Boom is an old blue truck,
        the kind of a truck that might get stuck
        in the mud,
        on a hill,
        or just stand still
        for a while, any place
        with a smile on his face --
        a nice old truck."

    Although I dont remember having done this this, for years and years until she passed away, every time I went home and spoke with my older friend's mother, she would always bring up that day and laugh herself silly while she'd tell me how her son came home crying his eyes out because he thought he was dumb since a three year old could read better than him.

    What brings this to mind is that for Father's Day, my granddaughters (actually their mother) gave me a copy of Rackety Boom, since all of my old kids' books have (just like old baseball cards) long ago disappeared. 

    Anyway, it got me thinking what it was about that story I like so much.  Im sure that back then it was the slightly anthropomorphized face of the truck as well as the catchy meter of the lines. 

    Today, though, nearly sixty years later, I find that it appeals to me just as much, not only for the illustrations and poetry, but because even though Rackety was old, slow, noisy, and in need of frequent rests, little Billy Ben Brown loved him and thought he was terrific.

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