My personal copy of Alligator Pie has gone missing. This isn’t from neglect either but because my children like reading it (or, to be specific, having it read to them).
I have fond memories of being given this book 32 years ago. Non-Christmas or birthday presents were rare in my house growing up and books weren’t something my parents usually bought. Unlike people these days, back then we did not have a house full of books (we also trudged to school uphill in a snowdrift BOTH WAYS). If memory serves me correctly (and, lets face it, it might not) books were a lot more expensive back then. Just like mortgages. If a parent was asked to choose between the two it’s pretty obvious where the money is going to go.
However, on one momentous occasion it was summertime (July 7th, 1982 to be exact) and I warranted not one but TWO books as presents. (The second was Peter Rabbit, I still have that too.) I was six years old and in the hospital having my Dumbo-like ears fixed. This was their consolation gift since I would no longer be able to flap my ears and fly around the neighbourhood anymore. What is now an out-patient operation then required my brother and I to stay over night in the Calgary Children’s Hospital. Our nurse’s name was Larry. I’ve had a soft-spot for male nurses ever since.
Anyway, that was reason my parents bought me Alligator Pie.