Sitting on a small sofa next to my Auntie Sarah begging her to read this story yet again I remember like it was yesterday. Of course it was now decades ago but my love of this particular book has never waned. She was my grand aunt, her sons are my father's cousins and lucky for me her boys were grown and gone and she loved having a little girl to spoil. She spoiled me with her time, the chocolate kisses and snow caps in her glass candy dish were just an extra bonus. I still remember asking her to read it over and over again. After I was grown we often reminisced about that time, in fact when she passed away, at least ten years ago now, she left me this special book in her will. When I received it and held it in my hands again it returned me to that sofa, her voice and the chocolate too.
I took the book to a book restorer to have the torn pages and cover repaired. The restoration gave it a longer life so my children have enjoyed it too.
These illustrations are just as bright as I remember them being when I was a child.
This edition of The Gingerbread Man was published by Whitman Publishing in 1947 and it originally belonged to my dad's cousin Bill. The paper isn't the best quality, but the illustrations still look wonderful.
I never felt sorry for gingerbread man when he met his demise nor did I wonder how he came to life in an oven, I just loved his adventure and admired the fox for being so clever.
This book has now been loved by three generations in my family, I hope it lasts for many more.
Do you remember your first favourite book?
Happy Thursday to you!
Jx
PS, EDIT: Gracie's tutorial will go up later today is now up. Also, I came across a beautiful pot with a deer etched on it at school this week in the art department. When I turned it over to find the maker I found my boy's initials carved in it. I'm hoping he'll share how he made it on his own blog.







