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

Comments

Anonymous said…
We found the Mr Men make a word game in the loft the other day.
Malchera said…
You could be Miss Pushy
Tanya said…
Very touching post, Rurri! I enjoyed every moment of it. I like the density of emotions, memories, feelings, smells and recollections.

We didn't have duvets with book characters until the change and I think it's a great loss for our general knowledge. Now they know all the PlayStation heroes, but none of the national stuff.

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