“Mummy, have you got anything we could have to drink?” asked Janet. “And to eat too? We’re having a Secret Seven meeting this morning.”
“I’ll give you lemons, and some sugar, and you can make your own lemonade,” said Mummy. “You like to do that, don’t you? And you can go and see if there are any rock-buns left in the tin in the larder.”**
This is how my introduction to Enid Blyton came about, and I never looked back. Enid Blyton and I have shared many an adventure together in my childhood. Is she a friend of mine? She very well could have been, for all that I felt for her and experienced with her by my side.
Enid Blyton can be considered probably the most prolific writer of children’s literature (she wrote over 600 children’s and juvenile books over her forty-year career), and she hails from England. I speak of her in present-tense, even though, regrettably, she passed away quite a few decades ago – in 1968, to be accurate. But authors like her never die – they live on in the hearts of generations of readers that come after them.
I happened upon a book from her Secret Seven series when I was seven or eight years old. And my world turned upside down – in the most pleasant sense, though. (Upside down IS good sometimes, isn’t it? You get to view the world in a whole different manner.)
My eyes, and those of my like-minded siblings, would automatically scan for Blyton among the rows of books whenever we came across a well-stocked bookshelf — a habit I retain to this day. I began to find excuses to visit the school library – a large, musty, cavernous hall with tall bookshelves teetering under the weight of books, which were neither well-organized nor well-kept – more often than was allowed.
Soon it got to be where the tall, rail-thin librarian (who had hitherto had an unnerving habit of looking at kids disdainfully down her nose) became my chum. She got into the habit of hunting for Blyton’s books among the mildewed tomes arranged in the forgotten shelves in the far recesses of the library. And on my next visit to her, she would produce for me a moth-eaten, dog-eared copy (of one of Blyton’s books or others that were close to Enid Blyton’s books in genre and setting – I sadly forget the authors’ names now) that I had yet to read, with an air of a wizard conjuring up a rare gem — which was exactly what the book was for me. With each new book that I read, my love for reading strengthened, until it metamorphosed into a desire for writing.
The Secret Seven series is set in a village in England where seven kids, obviously, found a secret society and solve crimes, big and small, in the neighborhood. There is also Scamper, the golden spaniel, who is always tail-waggingly ready to do his part in digging up clues.
In all of Enid Blyton’s books food features prominently, and the characters are always either having smashing teas or settling down to tuck into the contents of laden picnic hampers. The books are sprinkled with references to eatables such as: currant buns, ginger biscuits, meat pies, boiled eggs, scones, lemonade, sausages, egg and lettuce sandwiches, ginger-beer and chocolate éclairs. For a child brought up on a steady diet of idli, chapati, dosa***, and chicken curry, among other things, those foodstuffs were as exotic and mouth-watering as they could get.
As I read about: the foggy autumn morning with smoke spiraling lazily up the chimney of the shepherd’s cottage; or the children biking to school along narrow lanes bordered by celandines, violets and primroses; or the gardener dressed in a patched tweed coat and hat working in the vegetable plot in the back of Bramble Cottage on Hawthorne Lane, my heart would ache from nostalgia.
Nostalgia? I was all of seven, for crying out loud, and all I’d experienced until then was only hot and humid tropical weather. What could I possibly be pining for? I have yet to figure that one out, but that was exactly how the books left me feeling.
To me, Enid Blyton is, and always will be, a sorcerer who, with a wave of her magical fountain pen, created a cozy and charming world, populated it with simple, lovable characters and then softly breathed life into the both of them.
To be continued…
** Excerpt from “Secret Seven on the trail” by Enid Blyton.
*** idli – steamed rice cakes
chapati – unleavened bread
dosa – crepes made of rice and white-lentils soaked and ground into a thick batter
Check out Enid Blyton – 2 also. (Edited 3/17/2010 – Link added retroactively.)
Oh Hema – we are reading a Famous Five book at the moment- utter joy! So much fun to read aloud – an excuse to “posh-up” much to the amusement of my children!!
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Ahh…I remember those summers where you would re-read all of Secret Seven and Famous Fives a gazillion times and drool over current bun and meat pie descriptions ….
Ms.Blyton really makes you feel like you have been to all the places in her books. Guess, that explains the nostalgic aches Hema? ;-)
Actually I credit my not so eventful childhood for being able to have all the time in the world for masterpieces like this…How many people can talk about nostalgia in that sense? It is a good thing..
Children these days are juggling soooo much, in the process they are completely missing out on life’s simple pleasures – strictly my opinion only
Highheelsandslippers, Famous Five is in my Friday’s installment. Have a wondeful time reading Enid Blyton to your kids! :)
RK, thank you for that plausible explanation for my nostalgia. It very well could have been the reason. I try not to analyze it too much, though… ;)
PB – very well put! I guess every generation has a different dilemma with which to grapple…
I read some of her books and I loved them! When I was little, my favorite book was “The Wishing Chair” by Enid Blyton.
Wow..I’ve never heard of this series! Thought I knew all the good children’s series out there. Will have to check it out.
They are the best.
I’m glad you love Enid Blyton’s books, Bhavana! And she has written so many series that you probably will always find some that you haven’t read before :).
Rachel, sadly, these books are not readily available in the bookstores in America. You’ll have to order online…
My first book was “Mr Galliano’s Circus”, I saw it lying around in my house and on a impulse, read it.
I fell in love.
That was start, 20 years later, I still can’t fall asleep without reading something. And now I even write a little bit.
That one book from her changed my life.
My favorite books were
The Faraway Tree series
The Wishing chair (2 parts)
of course I read the secret Seven and Famous Five series
Thanks for reminding us Hema. I think I will post my own encounter with Enid Blyton.
Ditto, Ditto, Ditto!! I ate my first scone two decades later in America and it was every bit of what I imagined!
I’m an Enid Blyton fan & found ur wonderful post while googling “Enid Blyton” food. Adding a link to this on my Twitter page. Cheers
Hi Hema,
Sorry if the message I’ve just composed was dispatched by error, without my having time to finish and edit it. I’ll wait to see if it has been posted and then I’ll take it from there.
If on the other hand it has not been posted then I’ll compose another and send it along. It is about my appreciation of your blog and an announcement of a new biography of Enid Blyton.
Regards
Brian
Send me an email in any case.
Hema, When I was reading the lines above, I felt as though they were my very own feelings, How I migrated from Amelia to pink whistle, to faraway tree to st,clares, to malory towers and to secret sevens and famous fives I never new even today when I go to any book shop just laying my hand on the enidblyton books makes me a small girl again.
I’ve noticed that Enid Blyton has that effect on readers. Once you read one of her books, you’re hooked for life.
Thanks for reading, Karuna!