One Hundred Nursery Rhymes
I found this book in a charity shop a few weeks ago and had to buy it. I had this growing up, and while I’m sure it’s neatly packed away in my parents’ loft, I decided not to take that risk. It was 20p well spent, as soon as I opened the first page it brought back a flood of memories. It was printed in 1986, the year I was born, but is in really great condition. Much better than some of our books that are just months old.
As the title suggests, the book features 100 illustrated nursery rhymes. Some of the pages are really familiar to me, but others don’t ring a bell at all. It’s weird how memory works, isn’t it? I wonder if the pages I remember were the ones I looked at most with my parents.
Ebony loves nursery rhymes, and demands “lala dodo” (two little dickiebirds), “baby” (rock a bye baby) and “bee” (there was an old woman) almost daily. This book is great for inspiration because I can sometimes get a little bored of those two flakey dickiebirds.
Did you have this book growing up?
