Little Women

“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end." - Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)

Everything I Need to Know I Learned From a Little Golden Book

"How did we get here? How, like Tootle the Train, did we get so off track? Perhaps it's time to revisit these beloved stories and start all over again. Trying to figure out where you belong, like Scuffy the Tugboat? Maybe, as time marches on, you're beginning to feel that you resemble the Saggy Baggy Elephant. Or perhaps your problems are more sweeping. Like the Poky Little Puppy, do you seem to be getting into trouble rather often and missing out on the strawberry shortcake in life? Maybe this book can help you! After all, Little Golden Books were first published during the dark days of World War II, and they've been comforting people during trying times every since - while gently teaching us a thing or two. And they remind us that we've had the potential to be wise and content all along." - Everything I Need to Know I Learned From a Little Golden Book (Diane Muldrow)

Orphan Annie’s Ovaltine Milkshake

"I was taking that first step up the great ladder of becoming a real American. Nothing is as important to an American as a membership card with a seal. I know guys who have long strings of them, plastic-enclosed: credit cards, membership cards, identification cards, Blue Cross cards, driver's licenses, all strung together in a chain of Love. The longer the chain, the more they feel they belong. Here was my first card. I was on my way. And the best of all possible ways - I was making it as a Phony. A non-Ovaltine drinking Official Member." - A Christmas Story (Jean Shepard)

A Christmas Story

"Our family always had its Christmas on Christmas Eve. Other less fortunate people, I had heard, opened their presents in the chill clammy light of dawn. Far more civilized, our Santa Claus recognized this barbaric practice for what it was. Around midnight great heps of tissuey, crinkly, sparkly, enigmatic packages appeared among the lower branches of the tree and half hidden among the folds of the white bed-sheet that looked in the soft light like some magic snowbank." - A Christmas Story (Jean Shepard)