Back when I was in "Grade School" classes were divided into two reading groups. One group read the Skip and Judy series, made famous by their "run, dog run" simplicity. The other group read Alice and Jerry. I was in the Alice and Jerry group. I'm beginning to wonder if most of us weren't in the Alice and Jerry group, because my favorite part of those books was when they went to visit their grandparents and went up in the attic. They'd look through old trunks of clothes and keepsakes, or marvel at all the old stuff littered around the attic. Maybe we were all programmed... us Alice and Jerry types. When we became adults, we walked around glaze-eyed and said under our breath, "I want to go to Grandmother's attic..."

Anybody old enough to remember those days? O hadn't thought of those readers is many, many years. This thread is pulling up many old memories.

Jerry