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Having no imagination (like having no sense of humor) is a dire situation and can lead to terrible consequences. As is the case in today’s book Upright Hilda.

Hilda 1

Poor tightly wound Hilda just couldn’t abide any fun. Enjoying ones self was beneath her dignity.

Hilda 2

No playing, no singing, no silliness. “Only fools stand on their head. Only fools enjoy such a tumble.”

Hilda 3

That attitude persisted in Hilda as she grew. No birds, no swings, no dogs near Hilda’s tree. Look at those poor Hilda-afficted children across the street.

Hilda 4

Even her wedding was a no nonsense affair.

Hilda 5

Of course her own children led very stiff upright fun-free lives.

Hilda 6

Then Hilda became ill and, well . . . she died. No one was very sad “for if in life one cannot gladden. Then in death one cannot sadden.” The book also tells us: “Her husband thinking of the fee, bought a plot just three-by-three.”

Hilda 7

Not shown is a picture showing that the casket is partly built from the signs from “Hilda’s tree”; No Dogs, No Birds, No Swings.

Hilda 8

With Hilda gone, the family learns to enjoy life, playing in the sunshine. Love the Dad with his yo-yo.

Hilda 9

The final irony; Hilda will spend eternity on her head. How mortifying. giggle

So mind this lesson well: A life without imagination is nearly as bad as no life at all.

I picked this up at a library sale (what a shock) while on vacation a few years ago. Yes, even on vacation I will hit library sales. Oh yeah, we really looooove books. Picked this one up because I really liked both the story and the illustration style. Especially the small symbolic splashes of hot pink. These drawings remind me of Edward Gorey, whose work I am extremely fond of (I hit my love limit for this post).

So remember to practice your imagination, you don’t want it to get all rusty or undeveloped. Go enjoy something!

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