I have an overdeveloped sense of appreciation for vintage children’s lit. But I’m not talking about Dick and Jane. I’m talking about the quirky stuff. In fact, the quirkier, the better.
For example:

“If you want to keep on living you need FOOD and if you like food, you should be glad to be an American, because we are the best-fed people in the world.”
or,
“Any boy or girl your age who makes family meals a time of quarrels and arguments over food doesn’t deserve to live in our country.”
My favorite chapter in the book is the one on Liberty, which enumerates the dangers of Communism and informs the young reader they aren’t “old enough or smart enough” to know anything, which – if you think about it – is true. The Berlin Wall fell when I was in Kindergarten and I had no clue why that was important, even after Russians started living in my basement. (Mama and Papa V. took in a refugee family for a few months after the Soviet Union dissolved.) Regardless, you can bet on one thing: any future Carlton children will not be coddled when it comes to bedtime stories and civics lessons.
So how does this all relate to Mama V. and Co.'s NEPA invasion? Because on Friday morning - after I made a breakfast quiche and received the awesome news from my surgeon - we went a-tag-sale-ing. And I came home with this literary haul:

awwwww.....worfie....
ReplyDeletewheeeeeeeeee! 3 more sleeps!!!!! can you read me a bed-time story from the propaganda book?! hehehehehehehehe :D :D :D
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