Reading books from childhood again

[naorma]

I started to read again Winnetou after 40 years. I got so upset when his sister was killed. Took it really personally! Now I have to read everything again to ckeck my ‘reactions’ and understand where ‘I‘m at’ so to speak. But that should be a subject for another thread maybe.

I did not get Inas remark out of my mind, so I started this thread.

Years ago when had to clear out my parents' apartment (that was the place where I grew up and fortunately I had a few years time to do so) I started reading my childhood's book again. One was the Trotzkopf-Serie (Emmy von Rhoden: Taming a Tomboy), another one was called (I translate into english:) 3 stick together, a story of a friendship between 3 teenies.
Also I read a little bit Karl May again, but not too much. The most impressing books were "Das Licht auf Monsalvat" (a Parcival-Story) and The royal tomb in the yellow rock. The adventures of Wolfdietrich by Auguste Lechner. And there of course was the funny story of. Grandma in the Apple Tree.

There are two things I would like to point out.
The one thing is: When reading the old books I get happy feelings back and I can connect to them, which is a good thing, I think. Similar to the readings Laura suggested.
The other thing is: I realize what kind of moral has been implanted in stories and thereby in me.

Both things are helpful, I assume . . .

 

[naorma]

I would like to give an example of how a book inspired my life.

This was The Grandmother in the Apple Tree, in German: Die Omama im Apfelbaum.
The story goes about a little boy who does not have a Grandmother, and so suddenly one turns up in the Appletree and is doing a lot of funny things with him. I.E. going to a funfair and eating all the things that are not allowed and mixing them as long as they liked it. It was cotton candy and then sausages, repeated until they could not eat any more.
Or: When traveling with a tram the Grandmother urgently wanted to pull a string to ring a bell, something that was in the older trams. This was forbidden of course, but nevertheless she did it and apologized in such a friendly and funny way that nobody could be angry with her. She had a wonderful car with automatic juice and all impossible things. In the end the young boy finds a very nice old lady in real life and the "imagined" Grandmother disappears.

In my times being a grandmother was something not very funny ( at least I knew none), grandmothers were very earnest and one could no longer see a joy of life in them. I decided that I would become an Apple-Tree-Grandmother! And in a way I seem to have become one.

This story helped me, to set the imagination and creativity free and this is or was something very important in my life.