

Those were dull looking outside but offered more classical and complex tales inside. Interestingly, these early readers were a total departure from the 19 th-century primers I normally come across at auction. Oh, Look.” Dick does his chores, while Sally fools around.Ī copy of a bound oversized version of these books was laid out on an auction table recently, along with another that told the story of a similar family whom I was unfamiliar with. My mother had taught me to read before I started school, so I’m sure I whizzed through the simply written stories. Rainey’s class (she was one of the sweetest persons, but aren’t all first-grade teachers?). They were the characters in my first-grade readers in Mrs. When I was a child they were like our fictitious rich cousins, always enjoying their good life, with me and millions of other children wandering vicariously among them. When I saw the pictures of the children in the book, it took me back decades.
