It’s Storytelling Sunday over at From High in the Sky. And since
Sian’s storytelling theme for this year is Pick Your
Precious, I thought I might join in from time to time. I
certainly have a few precious things around here and that made me think of . Alice
For as long as I can remember
sat on a table or
shelf in our house. As a little girl I
looked so lovely sitting there in her blue dress with her blonde hair,
engrossed in reading her book. I
imagined myself as Alice
because I too had blonde hair and I loved to read (although I rarely wore dresses). But the best thing about Alice was that if you looked closely you
could actually see what was on the open pages of her book – a drawing of a
walrus and these words: Alice
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
And that’s where it ended. I had no idea what this piece of writing was, no idea that it was a snippet of a poem by Lewis Carroll but I always wished that I could turn the page and keep reading. Now, looking at it, I know that the last line of that final stanza on the page is missing – “We can begin to feed”. I have no recollection of whether or not I could sense that that last rhyming bit was not there but I really wanted to know what came next.
And then one day a couple of years ago my mother came to visit me and brought
with her. She said she knew how much I had
loved her when I was little and that I could keep her now. I was thrilled but in some ways having Alice is also a bittersweet thing because it
reminds me of the passage of time. It makes me think of the fact that my mother's life is winding down because she's started to pass on those things that were precious to her for so many years. Alice
Still, I’m happy to see
sitting on my dresser although I have to admit that when I look at her book the
words are so small that I can barely read them anymore – even with my glasses - another reminder of how much time has passed since I fell in love with Alice. Oh, and I still wonder why that
last line is missing… Alice
And that’s my story of one of my precious things. There are lots more stories about lots of precious things linked up on
Sian’s blog, so go and have a look...