Mr. Men

Mr Men

The other day, was the anniversary of the death of Rodger Hardgreaves. They had a nice picture of his creations, on the Google home page. As as of late I was talking about Paddington bear. I am in a nostalgic mood. I shall recount it here

When my brother and I were very young. We had Mr Men duvet covers. I remember they were stained with paint, in places. The two of us had been touching drying paint. I also had a Mr Men P.E bag, I wonder now, if this was a merely a converted pillow case

My favourite  Mr Man, was Mr Strong. It was one of the first books I read. Or perhaps had read to me. I remember him eating eggs. For breakfast hundreds of eggs. His grip was so strong that he squeezed all the tooth paste out of the tube. I remember feeling very sorry for him, as he would have been unable to brush his teeth

This is a copy of Mr Strong, in Icelandic. I bought it in Reykjavik. When I was there. I thought it would be an aide to learning the language.

If I may spoil some of the plot. Mr Strong saves a farm from fire. He does by picking a barn up, turning it upside down, and dipping it in water. This fascinated me, as the pointed roof of the house looked like a boat.

I also liked Mr Bump, and Mr Rush. Though I am not sure if I read there stories. I may have seen them merely on the Cartoon, narrated by the late Arthur Lowe

So best wishes to the memory of Rodger Hargreaves. Who inspired young minds for decades