The title is taken from the poem "The Hunting of the Snark" by Lewis Carroll.
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
... http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/carrol02.html
There will be no logical order to the posts. Just things I remember from my childhood. A kind of mish-mash of memories.
Take it away Barbara.
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