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todayiamadaisy) wrote2004-09-04 05:16 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2004-09-04 05:16 pm
Another morning well spent
A fine spring morning and a perfect day for a jaunt to Port Fairy for the book fair. The Port Fairy cinema was filled with book stalls and a band, where I spent a couple of happy hours poking through boxes of second-hand tomes. It would have been easy to buy a few things out of each box, but I was strong, coming home with only one of Anne Digby’s Trebizon books (how I regret getting rid of my complete series of these when we moved into the City by the Sea, but there were, alas, space restraints at the time. Not so now, and it’s a delight to welcome some old friends back to my shelves) and one of Ruby Ferguson’s books about Jill and her ponies (not one I had owned or even read before, which is also a delight). One golden dollar for the two books, thus sating the boarding school and pony story lover within. Inside the back cover of Jill Enjoys Her Ponies is
Beth McNamara
Grade 4
St Mary’s School
Williamstown
I loveponyies ponies
written in fountain pen in a junior handwriting. I love these little glimpses of past owners. I suspect Beth is old enough to be a grandmother now, but I like to think she’d be happy her old book has a good home. I also bought a most amusing booklet of vintage knitting patterns from the 1940s (for three whole dollars!), in case I should ever feel the need for a snowflake fairisle with a nipped-in waist, 3-ply cabled tennis jumper or a mohair bolero jacket. It’s unlikely, but you never know.
On the way home, with rain imminent, plans for a walk up Tower Hill were abandoned. Still time for a drive round the reserve though, during which we had to stop the car to allow an emu and his eight chicks to cross in front of us, We also saw a couple of black swans swimming in the lake with little grey cygnets in tow. Cuteness all round.
Beth McNamara
Grade 4
St Mary’s School
Williamstown
I love
written in fountain pen in a junior handwriting. I love these little glimpses of past owners. I suspect Beth is old enough to be a grandmother now, but I like to think she’d be happy her old book has a good home. I also bought a most amusing booklet of vintage knitting patterns from the 1940s (for three whole dollars!), in case I should ever feel the need for a snowflake fairisle with a nipped-in waist, 3-ply cabled tennis jumper or a mohair bolero jacket. It’s unlikely, but you never know.
On the way home, with rain imminent, plans for a walk up Tower Hill were abandoned. Still time for a drive round the reserve though, during which we had to stop the car to allow an emu and his eight chicks to cross in front of us, We also saw a couple of black swans swimming in the lake with little grey cygnets in tow. Cuteness all round.