posted by [identity profile] laurie-ky.livejournal.com at 06:47pm on 22/12/2007
Gray/grey -- I didn't have a clue which was which. I don't think anything about words being spelled differntly for different dialects/countries was ever mentioned when I was in school. On the other hand, since I spent a lot of time daydreaming about flying around with Peter Pan or living in the wilderness, I could have entirely missed the lesson.

Laurie
 
posted by [identity profile] t-verano.livejournal.com at 07:41pm on 22/12/2007
Did you ever read My Side of the Mountain, with the boy who goes and lives inside a tree in the wilderness for months, on his own? Man, I loved that book. It was wonderful. I so wanted to do that... Of course, I wouldn't have minded flying, either. Peter Pan was just magic...

Hmm... I don't think they taught us anything about different spellings in my schools, either; I just was a Tolkien junkie and re-read David Copperfield once a year and adored British-English books -- anything I could get my hands on. Britain was absolutely my spiritual home back then and I probably just absorbed some awareness of the spelling by osmosis.
 
posted by [identity profile] gillyp.livejournal.com at 07:51pm on 22/12/2007
'Did you ever read My Side of the Mountain, with the boy who goes and lives inside a tree in the wilderness for months, on his own?'
YES!!! Geoff Guthrie read it to us in second year when I'd've been 8 or 9. Oh God I LOVED that book!
 
posted by [identity profile] t-verano.livejournal.com at 08:10pm on 22/12/2007
::beams and squees with Gilly:: And you know Blandings Castle, too, and being covered in leeches is a very big interest of yours -- the Ideal Renaissance Person. ::beams some more, incandescently::

Funny, though -- most of the time I was prejudiced against American books while I was growing up (not Dr. Seuss, of course! But books for older kids). I wanted to be in England and I wanted to read books that were set in England. American stories were (almost) always matter-of-fact and ordinary and preachy. British books seemed to hold universes of fantasy and beauty and fascinating people, and seemed less about An Uplifting And Moral Story than about a real story. And I am feeling extremely nostalgic... so *many* fabulous books I wanted to live inside...
 
posted by [identity profile] gillyp.livejournal.com at 03:23pm on 23/12/2007
Ah, if only life was like it is in the books... (o:

I loved Mark Twain when I was a kid. I fear I may have a romanticised view of America because of it *g*
 
posted by [identity profile] laurie-ky.livejournal.com at 10:28pm on 22/12/2007
Did you ever read My Side of the Mountain, with the boy who goes and lives inside a tree in the wilderness for months, on his own? Man, I loved that book. It was wonderful

Read it, re-read it, made sure my brothers and sisters read it, my children read it, re-read it as an adult. It was one of the major influences on my current lifestyle, that and watching How the West Was Won three times,(school trip, Girl Scouts, and with family) on the big screen theatre. There was this lyric sung to the tune of Greensleves that I fell in love with and imprinted on my mind.

Come way, come way, come way with me
Where the hills are high and the grass is green.
Come, come to the wonderous land
and I'll build you a home in the meadow


So, when my I met my husband and he was telling me the same thing...

Well, between those two influences from my childhood, plus the hippie stuff..
I was hooked and that 's why I'm living in Kentucky, in a beautiful holler, surrounded by trees, with a creek in the yard.
Laurie

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