Good afternoon, friends! I trust you had a blessed Thanksgiving and hope that you were able to spend some time with friends and family.
I’ll be quick in my post today, because I’m writing to let you know that I am moving my blog back to blogger. And without going into a long drawn out explanation, it’s essentially because I do not like Word Press. I have tried repeatedly to recreate the look and format I had at Blogger, which I LOVE, and it seems no matter what I do, I just can’t quite get what I’m looking for. At some point I will figure out how to redirect my address at blogger to my domain name, but for now and probably through Christmas you can just find me here. This blog and and has been my happy place for many years, and while I understand that blogger is not a desirable format for “serious” bloggers, well, lets just say I’m still “serious” about hoping to eventually bring in a little extra money with a blog, but perhaps not as serious as say a year ago, when my life looked very different, and I’ve since spoken with and witnessed several bloggers who seem to do quite well even with a blogger format. I think the key thing is redirecting it to my own domain name, that’s really what sponsors seem to want, but many of them don’t even care about that. And I’m learning that social media, such as Instagram and FB and Pinterest are becoming better formats for promoting than blogs themselves. And so, with all that being said, I’m very happy to be back “home”, so to speak, and I hope you’ll continue to join me there.
In a previous post I shared that one of my favorite books from my childhood was Miss Suzy by Miriam Young and illustrated by Arnold Lobel. In the days since that post I’ve been reflecting more upon this sweet little book, and the undeniable impression it made upon me all those years ago and that still remains with me today.
I have loved things small and cozy all of my life, and I believe that love was first born in these pages. Miss Suzy lived a small, simple life in a little house at the “tip tip top of a tall oak tree”. I never had a tree house as a child, nor was there a tree on our property that would have been large enough to support one, but I did have my “small spaces” as I called them. Between the tall branches of cane that grew at the back of our property behind my fathers tool shed, and I recall a time when I made up a cozy little space in one corner of the garage. I even had a pretty comfortable make-shift bed. I had dreams of actually sleeping out there, but that seemed a little too far removed from the rest of my family, so that never came about. I **might** recall taking a nap there once. But at any rate, I longed from a very young age for a little house, just like Miss Suzy.
Miss Suzy loved to clean and cook, and she carefully tended to her acorn cups and bowls each day. She tidied the house with a broom made from maple twigs, and when the sun began to set, the firefly lanterns shone bright. I can recall catching fireflies on summer evenings, and once I even placed several of them in a jar and brought them into my bedroom. I even recall laying in bed in the dark and looking over at them twinkling and shining. I remember thinking, “now I have a firefly lantern, just like Miss Suzy.”
Miss Suzy liked to lay in her bed at night and look through the tree branches overhead and gaze at the stars above. I think I’ve shared several times already, of my love for the night sky. Of summer evenings long ago when I would lay out on a blanket with my dad and look for the Big Dipper. I used to dream of what it would feel like to be able to lay in your bed and look at the stars like Miss Suzy. Several years later when my husband and I were first married, we went camping in a “stargazing” tent with a mesh roof. Even at that age I can recall laying in my sleeping bag and looking up through the trees to the stars and thinking, “So this is what it was like for Miss Suzy.”
I always loved these illustrations, the little stove, the wooden thimble table, the acorn bowl and cups. Miss Suzy made acorn pudding every morning for breakfast and liked to bake acorn cakes. Obviously I’ve never had acorn pudding or an acorn cake, but I always thought they both sounded so lovely! I never had pudding for breakfast but I do love oatmeal!
If you’ve never read the book I don’t want to give too much away, but circumstances arise that cause Miss Suzy to flee from her cozy little tree house into a much larger doll house that she found in a dusty old attic. I don’t recall if this was the first time I was ever introduced to doll houses, but I’ve loved them all of my life. Even at my age I find the idea of them so appealing. I’ve always dreamed of having one to decorate, and maybe some day I will. Nothing as grand at Tasha Tudor’s, I want something on a much smaller scale. But Tasha’s doll house is exquisite, and though I don’t know for sure, Tasha seems like the kind of person who would have loved Miss Suzy, too!
In the end with a little help from her friends, Miss Suzy is able to return to her beloved little house in the tip, tip top of the old oak tree! And while my story is a little different, it was through the help of my friends that I was able to move back to my beloved Bedford, which nestles in the valley of the Blue Ridge Mountains. In both cases, Miss Suzy and I longed for “home”. For that place that no matter how far we wonder, we always long to return to.
In light of all the things that I now hold dear, the simple things, the slower pace of life, for cozy corners, and stargazing, to baking yummy treats. For soft lights, and that special cup that fits in your hand just the right way. It seems as though I can trace it all right back to the pages in this book. I lost my precious copy many years ago, but a little while back I finally purchased a like-new copy from Amazon. It’s one of those books I always want to have with me and that I will always treasure.
If you’ve never read the book I found a lovely reading of it on You Tube. I watched it just this afternoon and it is just delightful! I’ve included it here so that you can enjoy it for yourself, or maybe make up a plate of cookies and pour a cup of tea and enjoy it with the littles in your life. Some books are like old friends, and Miss Suzy is definitely one of mine!
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