Baby Island and book spine poems
Last week, averageinsuburbia posted about book spine poems. I thought they were super neat. But what got me really excited was a book in one of her poems, Baby Island. Baby Island is my favorite book from when I was a kid. I think I read it every year up until I was in my twenties or something. Which may seem ridiculous, but it was like a book security blanket: a quick and easy read, a sweet and simple story. Pleasant. It made me happy.
Last night, I pulled Baby Island out once again to read its yellow pages. My copy is becoming a bit more fragile, and I’m being careful with it so I don’t rip the pages. I looked at the copyright and the original was in 1937. The copyright for the printing of my book is 1965, before I was even born. I wonder if, in 1937, a dad really would have handed his baby to a 12-year-old and a 10-year-old in a life boat, to go back for his wife who fainted somewhere along the way? Or if parents would have left their 2 toddlers and a 4-month-old baby alone in a cabin (with unlocked doors) while the ship is supposedly sinking? I’m thinking not, but you’ve got to get all those babies and pre-teens out in the ocean alone together, or there’d be no Baby Island to read about. So, I can suspend my disbelief for a while.
“Now, Jean,” said Mary firmly, “we’ve just got to be brave. I planned everything out last night while you were asleep and the boat was drifting along. Mr. Snodgrass was telling me only the other day that there are hundreds of little islands in this part of the sea, and I’m hoping to reach one before night.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Because shipwrecked people always do,” said Mary decidedly. “Why, the public library at home is just full of books about shipwrecked people who landed on tropical islands. And did you ever see a book written by a person who was drowned at sea? I never did.”
PS: That is my book spine poem up top (it’s not a good poem, but I hurried it together this morning).
Items of Interest:
Book Spine Poems by averageinsuburbia