Where are the Snowy Owls of Yesteryear?

[steepholm]

In my first Children's Fiction class of the year I always ask the students to talk about a book that was important to them in childhood. This time, for the first time in a dozen years, not one of the 18 mentioned Harry Potter. The HP generation appears to have passed. No one sat a-tremble on the eve of their 11th birthday to see if an owl would bring them the anticipated letter to Hogwarts. (They ought of course have been waiting to discover whether they were an Old One, which is much cooler.)

There was only one mention each of Dahl (The BFG) and Blyton, specifically Malory Towers. Jacqueline Wilson held up well, though, breasting the tape with Percy the Park Keeper.

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[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Where is the owl gone? Where the letter? Where the hat of sorting?
Where are the seats at the feast? Where are the revels in the hall?

How that time has passed away,
grown dark under cover of night, as if it had never been.

Which reminds me of The Wanderer's Lament for a Cooked Breakfast

Where is the egg gone? Where is the bacon?
Where is the sausage that was sizzling?
Where are the beans and the fried potatoes?
Where is the slice of fried bread?
Alas for the greasy frying pan!
Alas for the cooker of sausages!
Alas for the well-laden breakfast table!
Now that time has passed away,
Dark under the cover of night
As if it had never been!

[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

I love this.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :-)

(I'm rather proud of it).

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

That is excellent!

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)