I enjoyed Sheila Ray's tribute to Gillian Baverstock - it's nice when someone has personal memories to share. I too "met" Gillian and Imogen in the pages of an Enid Blyton book (
Bimbo and Topsy) before having the privilege many years later of meeting them in person, but Sheila Ray is of the same generation and had read snippets of information (however much embellished!) about Enid Blyton's daughters regularly in
Sunny Stories, so that must have given her a sense of having grown up with them.
Gillian's article paints a very "sunny" picture of family life at Green Hedges, putting me in mind of Enid's own
The Story of My Life. As well as the error already noted, aren't there a couple of words missing from the sentence beginning "The worst punishment she could give me..."?! (Not that I'm criticising Barney!
) I notice that Gillian refers to Kenneth as "Daddy" in her article - was that only for publicity purposes or did she and Imogen really call him that? In
A Childhood at Green Hedges, Imogen says that Kenneth was first introduced to the girls as "Uncle Kenneth" but I suppose that might have changed later on?
A wonderfully whimsical "From My Window" article, which reminds me of my own riverside walks through the buttercup fields at Bourne End (though I think Enid and Hugh were living in London when she wrote that particular piece.)
Interesting that both John Lester and John Henstock mention the effectiveness of the bells in
The Ring O' Bells Mystery. Enid Blyton does use sound effectively in her work and, in that book, the bells' urgent, discordant clanging contributes to the overall spookiness.
I had a laugh at the conversation between David Cook and Rob Canniff (Viking Star), about Margot Leadbetter or Hyacinth Bucket resembling Mrs. Hilton! I also laughed at Dennis T. Worley's (Lenoir's) remark about the pompous Peter in the Secret Seven "matching Mr. Goon as far as talking in capital letters is concerned"! Last time I read the Secret Seven books, a few years ago, I felt irritated at the constant bickering between the Seven and Susie (mainly in the later books in the series) and felt that it detracted from the story. I think I quite enjoyed all the commotion as a child, though!
Robert Houghton's excellent review of
The Boy who Wanted a Dog makes me want to read the book again. I have it as a 2-in-1, with
The Birthday Kitten, but I've only ever read it once. Interesting that, although it was one of Enid Blyton's last full-length novels, it has a more coherent storyline than the final FF and SS titles. The autobiographical elements add an extra dimension.
The Second World War photos (of stolen and hidden artwork and statues) accompanying Terry Gustafson's article really help put
The Valley of Adventure into context. Perhaps it's because of the historical aspect that that novel seems so very real and haunting.
All in all, an excellent and varied Journal once again!
Anita