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If nurture (per the nature/nurture debate) is to be weighed with me then the moralistic Serendipity book series by Stephen Cosgrove might have something to answer for. I recall a box full of them, a rainbow of spines, and particular favourites I asked for on repeat – perhaps some morals I was more interested in cultivating than others. 

It’s the illustrations that bring the series to mind now more than the stories. Something of a vibrant, sumptuousness, with their wide-eyed woodland creatures and forests. 

The wiki entry for the series has a list of the lessons from fairly basic ideas such as “You are special” and “Don’t take more than you need” to things that seem complex to think on explaining to a child now… “when we exaggerate everything, we forget what the truth is” and “fear of losing what you have can rob you of the joy of sharing”.  Though my adult brain wants to presume they’d be trite to read now maybe they still have something to say after all that would speak yet to our times.

Incidentally, one of the fun things about rummaging through my brain archives and trying to find sources for half-forgotten stories is learning things I never knew about them in the first place such as that these books inspired episodes of an anime series in 1983 combined in a movie here.  I’ve just watched the first 20 mins and I’m not seeing much resemblance but you know… fascinating.

This is me with my very best kindy friend Hannah. I remember reading to her sometimes… Meg & Mog or Spot books. I imagine she thought I could read, I’m pretty sure I thought I could too but I’m certain now I only thought I could and had just memorised them off by heart.

The anticipation of lift-the-flap books and the sound effects of Meg’s spells going wrong…

“Fog in a bog, Bat in a hat,
Snap, crackle, pop And fancy that…   BOOM!”

…height of entertainment when you’re 4!

Now, Where’s Spot? And where’s my pink sticky bun.

As I recall I came across Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack Mack in one of the School Journals … oh, man, school journals! The author of this piece seems to be unknown but this is a suggested origin… “slave children were taught corn ditties (the original name for Negro spirituals) to take their young minds off harsh plantation life. They would work & clap their hands in rhythm while singing.  Miss Mary Mack was symbolic in that the Merrimack was an ironclad Union ship coming to fight the confederate army. It built with rivets (silver buttons) & ships have always been referred to as females. There is also symbolism behind asking her mother (the Confederate States of America) for fifty cents (a metaphor for change) to see the elephants (symbol of the Republican party who “freed the slaves”) jump the fence (Mason-Dixon line).”  

Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back.

She asked her mother, mother, mother
For 50 cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump over the fence, fence, fence.

They jumped so high, high, high
They reached the sky, sky, sky
And they didn’t come back, back, back
‘Til the 4th of July, ly, ly!

Here’s a cute Dad and Daughter video if you want to teach/learn the clapping routine…

Amelia Bedelia gets a job as a maid and, although she’s well-meaning and tries her best she gets everything wrong  (by following the instructions literally) and then is forgiven because she bakes.  

I see a lot of myself in her.

It’s dated, but I definitely identified with poor Amelia Bedelia getting things wrong all the time… like the time I said scathingly if I won Lotto I wouldn’t spend the money on a pool because it came from ‘a total prize pool of…’ obviously I’d already have a pool and want to send the money on something else.  Or when I was told what someones birthday present would be and entrusted to keep it secret, I could somehow never manage to keep the secret if they said they’d keep it too, somehow that made complete sense to me and I’d inevitably spoil the surprise. There was definitely a moratorium on telling me anything for a few <cough> years there.

The same way children delight in the seeming magic of the Knock, Knock joke. This was some of my first exposure to the idea of words having different meaning depending on your perspective because Amelia Bedelia wasn’t technically incorrect but was somehow always in the wrong… Oh Amelia Bedelia.