I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. US/UK spellings - yup, that hoary old chestnut again... : comments.
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Laurie
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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.
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YES!!! Geoff Guthrie read it to us in second year when I'd've been 8 or 9. Oh God I LOVED that book!
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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...
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I loved Mark Twain when I was a kid. I fear I may have a romanticised view of America because of it *g*
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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