January 3, 2014
The umbrella, the author's own, as well as her own doll. Bits and string snips from the New York Public Library's fine exhibit of children's literature. I had an ardent love for Mary Poppins growing up, a doll (plastic with long brown hair and her own carpet bag), the record which I memorized, a patient Mother who took me several times to see the movie. Last year's wonder, meeting Julie Andrews at a local bookstore, the Voracious Reader, - worth the wait in the cold. She was elegant, warm, and gracious.