"Not I," said the goose. "Not I," said the duck. No one knew if the goose wearing the pan for a hat inspired all those adolescents in saggy pants and backwards caps.
This is my favorite page of my ancient Little Golden Book copy of the The Little Red Hen, c1942 and 1954, (25 cents). The paper is brittle and yellowed, but the design sense and humor still shine in J. P. Miller's illustration.
I love enamelware. I love the chuckwagon practicality of it, and the dusty metal smell. I'd like to have time to study it, although my fondness is difficult to explain. At least I'd like to sort out enamelware, graniteware, and Agate.
Thanksgiving is coming, and the children collected the last tomatoes from the garden. The preschoolers are cutting them to make a sauce for the school feast. We are all contributing to this effort in theory.
So far, the concepts of teamwork and sharing haven't kicked in. I read The Little Read Hen with my best animal voices, but the kids had no ideas why the hen was eating the loaf of bread herself.
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder