These beleaguered-looking pigs played a big part in my childhood, as this story was one of my favorites. I was thrilled a couple weeks ago to track down the book that contained this illustration. The story it accompanies is "The Three Wishes," and this telling of it is found, it turns out, in Richard Scarry's Nursery Tales. I remember my dad reading this to me when I was a little kid, and I had wanted to find it for him for a long time. Something jarred the memory loose and made me think that it was, indeed, a Richard Scarry-illustrated book that I had been remembering, and just like that, the search was over.
This story of the bickering husband-and-wife pigs and their three wasted wishes always made me hysterical, and these illustrations still got a laugh out of me when I reread the book this month. Look at the angry eyes of the shouting husband-pig above and the way Scarry's drawn him with the accusatory pointed hoof. :)
And the crazed look in the pigs' eyes here as they try to wrestle the sausage off the wife-pig's real nose? That was the height of comedy to this five-year-old. I tried to get Mike to see the humor in these pages, but I seem to have been thirty-some years too late. Dad, however, should be delighted. I didn't mention in his Father's Day card that I had found it, but this book is one of the little presents I'm mailing him in his belated package tomorrow. ♥
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Mike and I returned home yesterday from an overnight stay in Ohio, where we saw Mike's favorite band, Radiohead, outdoors at the gorgeous Blossom Music Center in Cuyahoga Falls. They unexpectedly played one of our songs from 2007, the hauntingly pretty "House of Cards," ♥ and unlike on the lawn at the Tom Petty concert a couple years ago, none of the drunken kids around us stumbled all over our blanket sloshing beer all over me. Another plus. :) The usual motion sickness got me down on the way out there, but after an emergency Dramamine-stop and some lunch, I could listen to Mike without feeling annoyed and could look out our rental car's window without getting dizzy. :) Our motel room Wednesday was clean and comfortable, and I slept the best I had in ages that night, although when we first walked in, Mike and I just looked at it and then at each other and said, "Isn't this the motel room people always get in the movies when they meet up for an illicit affair?" It was that room. "Where did you tell your husband you'd be tonight?" Mike asked me with a "heh-heh" and a wink as I unpacked. A short-but-sweet getaway to kick off summer 2012.