Favourite Childhood Books - Madeline

Someone was speaking about madelines - you know, those little tea cakes in an oval shape with a few wavy lines on top? Well anyway, the name madeline set me thinking as I remembered the Madeline books. I must have been about ten or so and well do I remember "In an old house in Paris
that was covered with vines
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines."

Did any of you have this book and if so, do you remember it? I no longer have the book but I remember the front cover - it was a hard cover (as most books were back then) and there was a nun with two lines of little girls on her right all walking in a straight line. Thank goodness for that nice Mister Google - isn't it wonderful what you can find, or in this case, "re-find" today.

 

Above: Madeline book


In an old house in Paris
that was covered with vines
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
In two straight lines they broke their bread
and brushed their teeth
and went to bed.
They smiled at the good
and frowned at the bad
and sometimes they were very sad.
They left the house
at half past nine
in two straight lines
in rain
or shine -
the smallest one was Madeline.

She was not afraid of mice -
she loved winter, snow, and ice.
To the tiger in the zoo
Madeline just said, "Pooh-pooh,"
and nobody knew so well
how to frighten Miss Clavel.

In the middle of the night
Miss Clavel turned on her light
and said, "Something is not right!"

Little Madeline sat in bed,
cried and cried - her eyes were red.
And soon after Dr. Cohn
came, he rushed out to the phone,
and he dialed: DANton-ten-six -
"Nurse," he said, "it's an appendix!"
Everybody had to cry -
not a single eye was dry.
Madeline was in his arm
in a blanket safe and warm.
In a car with a red light
they drove out into the night.

Madeline woke up two hours
later, in a room with flowers.
Madeline soon ate and drank.
On her bed there was a crank,
and a crack on the ceiling had the habit
of sometimes looking like a rabbit.
Outside were birds, trees, and sky -
and so ten days passed quickly by.

One nice morning Miss Clavel said,
"Isn't this a fine -
day to visit
Madeline."

VISITORS FROM TWO TO FOUR
read a sign outside her door.
Tiptoeing with solemn face,
with some flowers and a vase,
in they walked and then said "Ahhh,"
when they saw the toys and candy
and the dollhouse from Papa.
But the biggest surprise by far -
on her stomach
was a scar!

"Good-bye," they said, "we'll come again,"
and the little girls left in the rain.
They went home and broke their bread
brushed their teeth
and went to bread.

In the middle of the night
Miss Clavel turned on the light
and said, "Something is not right!"
And afraid of a disaster
Miss Clavel ran fast
and faster,
and she said, "Please children do -
tell me what is troubling you?"
And all the little girls cried, "Boohoo,
we want to have our appendix out, too!"

"Good night, little girls!
Thank the Lord you are well!
And now go to sleep!"
said Miss Clavel.
And she turned out the light -
and closed the door -
and that's all there is -
there isn't any more.

 

Above: Madeline

A Child Lives Here

Oh what a cluttered mess we see
With pots and pans all over
The apron hanging on the knob
With fingerprints all over
The walls made by little tots
With sticky fingers here and there
And everywhere there is a sign
Of children living in the house.
~ ~ ~










A house is not a home at all
If everything's pristine
And no mark-ed mess
Or toys and such
A littering the floor
For these are signs for all to see
Of laughter, love and fun
Of happy times spent doing things
When you're always in the run




So if you should see a messy house
Don't frown and don't condemn
But remember back when you were young
And things were different then
You had an outlook, an agenda
That was on another plain
For you saw the world with children's eyes
And innocence was fun.