Dear Pooh
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I discovered this morning that the Winnie-the-Pooh was published 100 years ago, on October 14, 1926.
I grew up listening to Mum read me stories of Pooh Bear. The “red book” was my favourite, but I couldn't get enough of him and his world. Mum had a soft voice, an impersonated all the different characters with love and conviction. It was my parallel universe.
Pooh Bear often came up in our discussion, right until she passed three years ago. It was always a source of laughter and tenderness, and wisdom.
In turn, I read those stories to my children, alongside many other bed time stories, in my own way, exploring worlds and living adventures through spoken words and shiny eyes — until I fell asleep…
Those stories are full of love, modesty, self-confidence, trust, friendship, wit, and humour — for every age.
Happy anniversay my favourite bear ❤️
New York Public Library: Winnie-the-Pooh at 100
