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I’m on a mission to get through the posts about Oregon, but I couldn’t resist sidetracking again.
Jackson (our 3 1/3 year-old grandson) spent Friday night with us. He went to “man breakfast” with Bill yesterday, where Jackson had his usual Hy-Vee fare: blueberry pancakes and chocolate milk.
Upon their return, Jackson and I delved into two of Jackson’s favorite books: The Story of Ferdinand * and The Little Engine that Could. Afterward, Bill introduced Jackson to cattails, which later were compared to Miss Kitty’s and Sammy’s (our cats) tails.
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For the most entertaining hit (I think) listed when I Googled “Ferdinand,” watch the 2-minute, 37-second video of the Lennon Sisters singing a song about Ferdinand on the January 4th, 1959, Lawrence Welk Show. If only television was still this tame.
I didn’t realize until today that in 1938, Ferdinand, the Bull, based upon The Story of Ferdinand, won the Academy Award for Best Animated Short Subject. Click here for this 8-minute Ferdinand, the Bull movie. For at least awhile, to keep our imaginative juices flowing, we’ll probably stick with the book.
* Before I left the Ankeny School District in 2006, Kathy Shannon, a co-worker and good friend, asked each staff member in our building what his/her favorite childhood book was. I responded with, “The Story of Ferdinand.” (Who knows, maybe I had something in my subconscious that related to Ferdinand!) For Christmas that same year, Kathy gave to me the copy of Ferdinand that Jackson and I are reading in the photo above.
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August 31, 2009 at 8:52 pm |
Nanna gave Kevin a copy of “Ferdinand” and he still has it his toy chest in his room here at our house.
September 2, 2009 at 5:03 pm |
Awww, such meaningful pictures! What priceless times!
I have a picture of Daddy with Josh, very like this picture of Bill with Jackson. Josh is maybe two? And his Grandpa Deane is holding his hand as they walk from the Gunderland house to the mailbox. I put this photo in a collage that hung in our Canton house the entire 18 years we were there. I looked at it often and cherished it.
Now I want to get out our copy of The Story of Ferdinand. I have such a fond spot in my heart for it, and I’d like a reread. XOXOX