In a previous poem I wrote about a gift I received for Christmas, which my mother had concealed in an Oxydol Soap box…a book which our teacher had read out loud to the class. That book, is called Snow Treasure, by author Marie McSwigan, was first published in 1942.
At age eight or nine I was very impressed with this book about Norwegian children who smuggled their town’s gold down mountain, past occupying German troops, to a fiord, where an uncle waited with his ship to whisk the treasure away to safety. The story is said to really have happened.
About 70 years later I obtained a copy of the book that had been discarded by a public library, and available at a book sale. Marveling at my luck, I quickly paid the pittance asked and left with this great treasure of my own.
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That is very exciting.
The plot made a deep impression on me, as I remember it vividly many decades later. When I found the beaten-up copy at the book sale the details came flooding back to me, characters and all. So few books have made such a lasting impression.
I’m so glad you found the book again.
I was too. I also liked The Bobbsey Twins back in the day. Also The Secret Garden.
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