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.
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.
Book about a world where North America has been destroyed by a magical forest. Gods, fairies and the like come to life. Takes place in Vancouver, BC. Has a picture of a snow owl on the cover. Published prior to 2005.
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.
Published early 20th centurt
Setting – NE mill town, manufacturing thread
Plot ?? Cain and Abel, Prodigal son
Protagonists—–brothers, Ira and Myron
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.
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.
This book I read in 1984 and was a collection of six stories of a British youth gang; each story focused on a different member of the gang. One character may have been called Darkie Bates. One of the six stories took place in a disco where the gang member was ‘saved’ by the friend of a girl he had earlier been insulting with terms like “frog-eyes”, when she hit his assailant with a bottle. He ended up going out with her. The author may have been Tony someone but just as likely not. Great book for young adult fiction.
I was looking for a book I read in my teens (read sometime between 1990-1995) about a girl who was half American Indian. She spent time in the woods behind her grandmother’s house and went back in time and fell in love with a Native American boy at a time where they were being sent down the Trail of Tears. That is all I can remember about it.
Our teacher read us “A Wrinkle In Time” when I was in the seventh grade, about 1980. At the end of this book, there was one chapter from another book, sort of a promotional sample. It featured a fantasy warrior of some kind looking at a giant blob that contained the half-digested remains of many other warriors, their armor and their weapons, spears and such. I always wanted to read that story, never found out the name. Since it was at the end of the L’Engle book, I thought it might be published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, but I don’t know how to research it. Ring any bells?