Today I am delighted to feature a guest post from Gauri. Originally from India, she now lives in America.
My Book of Memories
(Or my life chronicled through some of the books I’ve read. And the memories they evoke.)
I glimpse a paperback on a friend’s bookshelf. It takes me right back to college when you were too uncool for school if you hadn’t read the book’s author. My daughter tells me a literary classic — my mom’s favorite — is being remade into a movie. And now I hear my mom’s voice quoting from the book.
Books evoke memories. These are some of mine…
Growing up…
My Book of Memories opens with a fairytale. I am lying in the back seat of the family car, with my shut-eye doll, my fuzzy blanket, and Enid Blyton’s book of fairytales. (There were no seat belts back then.)
My little brother, Ash, rides in front with my parents. He likes to look out at this world. I like to lose myself in imaginary worlds.
I’m happy when it takes a long time to get to our destination.
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At the time of my in-car reading sessions, I was five years old and living in Pune, India. Mom was an avid reader. She frequented a circulating library that offered Women’s Weekly and Women and Home magazines — along with a modest selection of novels — to its predominantly female clientele. And Enid Blyton’s books to the kids who tagged along.
Blyton’s books were inhabited by an eclectic mix of humans, fairy folk, toys, and barnyard and woodland animals. In this fantastical world, you might find a little red door set in the trunk of a very old tree. You turned the round green doorknob, stepped through, and found yourself on a railway platform. From here you could take a train to Fairyland, Goblin Hill, or Toyland.
I have to admit that although I’m far from six now, I still stare very hard at the trunks of very old trees, checking for little red doors. I’m looking at you, giant sequoia. You never know, right?
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In my early teens, I devoured paperbacks. Mainly mysteries and romances. Mom spoke of Thomas Hardy, Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and Daphne du Maurier in hushed tones. To please her, I read Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, and Rebecca. And then, to please me, I read them all over again.
Dad, a naturalist at heart, got my brother and me a slew of illustrated books on birds, reptiles, mammals, and dinosaurs.
I got back from school one day to find a T-rex and a brontosaurus — both about four inches high — squaring off on top of the radio in the living room. Dad had fashioned them out of Plasticine (Play-Doh). He believed in giving us a hands-on education.
Pluto and Persephone…
Tai, my father’s elder sister, worked at the Oxford publishing house in Mumbai. Every year she gifted me a book for my birthday. When I turned eight, she presented me with two children’s books of Greek mythology. Zeus, Athena, Aphrodite, Narcissus, Medusa. I was as riveted by the names as by the stories.
During a college literature class, a professor asked if anyone knew the story of Persephone and Pluto. I put up my hand. She gazed at me with newfound respect. I thought it best not to reveal that I had gotten my deep knowledge of Greek mythology from a children’s book.
All growed-up…
After marriage, I lived on a farm with Raj, my parents-in-law, and Raj’s granddad. Our farmhouse was three miles from the nearest village. But even here, there was no dearth of reading material.
In his room, Raj’s granddad had a cupboard full of books tenderly covered with brown paper. I could take my pick from Dickens through Poe to Pearl S. Buck.
When we moved from the farmhouse to an apartment in Mumbai, half of the books moved with us. And then, over the years, a quarter of those treasures found their way to Houston, where I now live.
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Some of these books are close to a hundred years old. Time has tinged their pages a light sepia. I have to turn the pages carefully lest they flake off.
I open the books, and a musty-sweet aroma wafts to my nostrils. Suddenly, I’m looking out the living room window of a certain farmhouse in India. A bullock cart rumbles past on the dusty track outside the window, heaped with sacks full of freshly harvested peanuts. Just beyond the track, row upon row of young sorghum fronds flirt with the breeze.
Coming to America…
My book memories of America, where I moved twenty-some years ago, with my husband and daughters, are a world away from bullock carts or flirtatious sorghum.
From Mumbai we flew into Cleveland, OH, where my daughters enrolled in middle and high school. My older daughter’s English Lit. syllabus included The Black Pearl, which was my introduction to American literature. My memories of this book are decidedly mixed.
On the one hand, I loved the book; it inspired me to read another Steinbeck classic, The Grapes of Wrath.
On the other, The Black Pearl remains closely bound up with that fresh-off-the-boat, disorienting sense of foreignness. With the shock of the biting Cleveland winter after the muggy warmth of Mumbai — the cold inking chilblains on the backs of our hands. The isolation — trees bare of leaves, streets bare of people. The echoing quiet. Most alien of all, the smells — the insistent tang of Lysol and wood-polish; that plasticky new-car smell.
Twenty-some years later, the country that once felt alien is now home.
And now, this…
I started my book collection in Houston eight years ago, right around the time of my grandson’s birth. The first book that I bought was Kafka’s Metamorphosis. A fitting title, I thought, for my own metamorphosis from mom to Grand Mom.
Several of the books in my collection, from Hamlet through Harry Potter, are storied in more ways than one. There is enough nostalgia here to fill yet another Book of Memories. But that’s a story, or a blog post, for another day.
Yes, books evoke memories. What are some of yours?
Here is a link to her blog. Please take time to visit, and welcome Gauri to this community.
https://gaurisirur.wordpress.com/
Lovely post! As a passionate reader I can relate to your imagery.
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Thanks very much for reading, and for leaving a comment.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks for visiting my blog. And for reading and re-blogging. Really appreciate. 😀
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What a wonderful posting. Full of happiness about books, and a passion for reading. Wow! More and more i realise, the Germans known as “poets and thinkers”, but they are less readers. Lol Here in the village the library was and is more like a meeting point, for drinking coffee and handcrafting.
Thank you for introducing Gauri. Will head over to visit her blog. xx Michael
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Thanks, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Beautifully written! Very evocative. You can almost see it. I love old books.
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I agree completely.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you so much for reading my post. And especially for your kind words. 😀
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Great post..soon visit Gauri..
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Thank you!
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Such a beautiful post…I too loved Enid Byton and read all the books under the covers at night with a torch..I was also saddened about the news as someone mentioned she was a product of her upbringing…A really nice way to recall times in your life through the books you read and loved ..Great guest post, Pete 🙂 x
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This has been a very popular guest post, Carol.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I can understand why, Pete.. x
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Thank you, Carol! Reading books under the covers brings back some wonderful memories.
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Wonderful memories, beautifully shared.
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Thanks, Peggy. It’s a lovely post indeed.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you so much. Really appreciate. 🙂
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On my way to follow! (Best guest post ever!).
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It is a good one! Thanks, FR.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for following. Really appreciate your kind words.
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Thanks for introducing us to Gauri, Pete.
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I was very happy to do that, Don.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are very kind. Thank you for reading my post.
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A lovely post. I used to think of my life, classifying it by my periods of study, but thinking about it, Gauri is right. Books make more sense to me, as I’ve kept reading them through all the stages, work and all. I also learned a lot from children’s books, and sometimes from abridged versions of books that I later on got to read in full. They were not half bad! Thanks for the introduction, Pete. Another fabulous blogger.
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She is indeed. Thanks, Olga.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for your kind words and for reading my post. Really appreciate.
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This is a great post. I also loved Enid Blyton as a girl and I especially loved the Faraway Tree books and Mr Pink Whistle, oh, and The Wishing Chair. I read them all to my boys. Michael loved the Famous Five books and nearly drove me crazy with them. I have also read many of the classic books mentioned here. Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights are among my favourites although I’m not an Austin fan.
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It is an excellent guest post, Robbie, I agree.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
Oh yes, the Famous Five, the Five Find-outers. There were two other sleuthing series. The Secret Seven? and the other had “Four” in it.
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I think I must have devoured every Enid Blyton book there was as a child. I remember also being spellbound by The Grapes of Wrath, which I read as a teenager.
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I enjoyed Steinbeck’s books in my teens too, Stevie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I know you love Enid Blyton, Stevie, she features in A House Without Windows. Did you see they amended her blue plaque and said her work is racist and xenophobic. I was quite shocked.
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Oh no, I didn’t know that. She was upper class and a product of her upbringing. All her books are banned in schools now or have been rewritten. Such a shame. Kids don’t hate unless they have been brainwashed by their parents. This generation have missed out on so much.
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Yes, that have.
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You are quite right. Agree with all the points you make.
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It is truly sad.
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I’m feeling so nostalgic about EB now that I’m going to go ahead and order some books “for my grandkids.” 🙂
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If you still can, lol.
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Beautiful!
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I had an inkling you would enjoy this post, Kim.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I just hopped over and followed her.
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Great to hear. Thanks, Kim! 🙂
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Thank you so much for reading my post. And for following. Really appreciate.
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After a few years of eschewing books, I finally decided to do some reading this summer (Victor Hugo’s “Les Misérables”—in the original French language). I purchased the book in Nice back in 1974, so that evoked quite a few memories of my literature classes in the university there. Anyway, I found Gauri Sirur’s guest post particularly interesting. I visited her blog and read, “Speaking English With An Accent,” which also hit home, as my French songwriting partner told me last week that I have a slight accent when speaking French. I knew that, of course, because I wasn’t introduced to the language until age 14. He praised Jodie Foster’s mastery of French. It’s hard to compete with Jodie Foster, who attended the Lycée Français de Los Angeles, a French language prep school, and who has spent a lot of time in France.
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I can only imagine the fees at Jodie’s school, David. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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🙂 🙂
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Thanks for reading my posts. Pete makes a good point. 🙂
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A wonderfully evocative post Pete. Thank you and Gauri of course.
Hugs
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Thanks very much, David. I agree completely of course. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, David. 🙂
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Beautiful post
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It is, I agree. Thanks, Laura.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you. Really appreciate. 🙂
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Wonderful. Thanks Pete.
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Thanks, Yeti. It is an excellent guest post indeed!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for your kind words. 🙂
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lovely post! visiting Gauri soon. thanks, Pete! 🙂
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Thanks, Wilma. I was very pleased to be able to feature her.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for reading my post. 🙂
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A great post. I so agree that books evoke memories. I remember reading Gone With The Wind at age 13 during the summer holidays. I couldn´t put it down and mom was annoyed as I wasn´t doing my farm chores. So I took it with me and fed the chickens while holding the book in my other hand, reading as I scattered the feed. I can look at a book on my bookshelf and immediately recall where and when I read it. Nice to meet Gauri.
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Thanks, Darlene. That’s why I like to host guest posts so much. We get to meet a lot of interesting new people.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Darlene. Feeding chickens while reading Gone With the Wind sounds like such a wonderful juxtaposition. 🙂
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What a wonderful evocation of a life lived with books, a mother who loved reading and a father who would make models of dinosaurs. I loved Enid Blyton’s Noddy books, my earliest memory of being read to. My favourite was Noddy goes to the Seaside and I now live at the seaside. Do you miss India Gauri? You must have felt homesick when you first left.
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Thanks for adding your own memories, Janet.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for reading my post. Yes, I loved Noddy as did my kids. I grew up reading EB. Amelia Jane, The Famous Five, Mallory Towers. She was such a prolific writer. I do miss India and visit regularly.
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how lovely, and thank you for connecting us to gauri, I just started following her.
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That’s great, Beth. Happy to hear that indeed.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Beth! I loved your photos.
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