295D: Enchanted Book

Beautiful cover with a picture of an opening through a Forrest. The colours were browns and golds and green. It was a story about a boy and girl traveling into an enchanted place and the things they experienced there, an adventure.  I read this book over 50 years ago

295B: Aliens coming to earth and taking people’s pets

What is the name of the book about aliens coming to earth and taking people’s pets so that there were many postings of lost dog signs? Other very strange things, electrical, are happening which causes the main character to search for their source. This same author wrote a story about a man who left his family and went to work in the city as a blind man selling pencils on the street corner.

295A: Plants feeling pain

Looking for paperback science fiction collection of short stories (probably from about 1958-65) with a story about plants and trees being able to cry out (at a pitch not audible to humans) when they feel pain. A scientist, who devises a way to convert the sounds to those audible to humans, goes mad when he is able to “hear” the effects of mowing a lawn.

294Z: It’s not Paddington

Children picture book about a bear, illustrated with photos of stuff bear in activities-short tale- seems he traveled- I remember suitcase – I knew it in 50’s might be older-I would check from OakCliff – Dallas library – know just where it is but library is gone – prob 10 x 13 size few pages.

It’s not a Paddington bear – I’m familiar with him and in this one the illustrations are photographs of the stuffed bear in the activities.

294X: The Perfect House

I read this book in the late 1960s or early 1970s, and here is a somewhat lengthy synopsis of the entire story (which I used in a library school course as a story-telling subject while I was getting my MLS).  Please help me identify the book!  It’s been a life-long unsolved mystery for me!

There once was an old woman who had lived for a long time in a blue farmhouse.   Now this house was not perfect, by any means.  It needed a fresh coat of paint, and the roof leaked when it rained, and the shutters hung crooked on the windows.

But it was comfortable, and it was home to the old woman and her horse and her dog and her cat.  The horse liked to graze in the meadow behind the house.  The dog liked to jump and play in the stream that ran through the meadow.  And the cat liked to chase mice in the attic.

One day, the old woman decided that the house was too run-down and that she must find a new house to live in.  So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.  She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.

At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.  It had a fresh coat of green paint, and the roof looked new, and the shutters hung straight on the windows.

The old woman decided that this must be the perfect house, so she unhitched the wagon, and unpacked her things, and moved right in.

After about a week, she noticed that her horse seemed very sad.  He just moped around the little back yard all day with nothing much to do.  The old woman thought and wondered and thought about what could be making her horse so sad.  Then she realized that there was no meadow for him to graze in.

Well, the old woman could not abide by a sad horse, and she knew that she had to find a house with a meadow for her horse.  So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.  She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.

At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.  The red paint was a little faded, but the roof looked new, and the shutters hung straight on the windows.

The old woman saw that there was a meadow behind the house for her horse to graze in, and so she decided that this must be the perfect house.  She unhitched the wagon, and unpacked her things, and moved right in.

After about a week, she noticed that her dog seemed very sad.  He just moped around the meadow all day with nothing much to do.  The old woman thought and wondered and thought about what could be making her dog so sad.  Then she realized that there was no stream for him to jump and play in.

Well, the old woman could not abide by a sad dog, and she knew that she had to find a house with a streaming running through the meadow for her dog.  So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.  She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.

At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.  The yellow paint was a little faded and the roof looked old, but the shutters hung straight on the windows.

The old woman saw that there was a stream running through the meadow for her dog, and so she decided that this must be the perfect house.  She unhitched the wagon, and unpacked her things, and moved right in.

After about a week, she noticed that her cat seemed very sad.  He just moped around the house all day with nothing much to do.  The old woman thought and wondered and thought about what could be making her cat so sad.  Then she realized that there were no mice in the attic for him to chase.

Well, the old woman could not abide by a sad cat, and she knew that she had to find a house with mice in the attic for her cat.  So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.  She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.

At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.  The blue paint was faded, and the roof looked old, and the shutters hung crooked on the windows.

But the old woman found that there were mice in the attic for her cat to chase, and a stream for her dog to jump and play in, and a meadow for her horse to graze in.  And she decided that this must be the perfect house. (It looked a little bit like this one.)  And it felt like home.

294V: A locomotive in my living room

A children’s book my parents read to me in the 1950s, about a family and a model train that somehow gets out of hand.  At one point the mother comes into the room and demands:

“To whom am I to be grateful, to whom,

For a locomotive in my living room?”

I have no idea whether or not the rest of the book rhymed, or what its title was, but that couplet has been in my head for approximately 60 years.

294U: An orthodox home in South Africa

I read this book in South Africa as a setwork book in the 70s . I’m sure it was in Afrikaans about a young girl growing up in a very orthodox home, never saw a picture of herself until late teens. She falls pregnant to either a young traveling salesman or her father, I cant remember the fine details but she somehow gets away, with the young man I think.