SEUSSville

I was on the computer last week when a few dear friends from long ago came to mind.

Aunt Annie and Uncle Ubb
Waldo Woo
Rosy Ross
Vera Vinn
Jerry Jordan
Peter Pepper

And my very favorite, Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz.  Who, according to my son, looks like a bedspread.

                     

Do any of these names ring a bell?  Maybe you grew up with them, like I did.

Last week, they came to visit again when my daughter introduced them to the three-year old she babysits now and then.

Aunt Annie brought her alligator.  Uncle Ubb came with his umbrella.   And his underwear.  Rosy was back on her rhinoceros.  Jerry brought some jam.  Peter had his puppy.  Waldo was clean as a whistle, having just been hosed down by his his friend, Warren.  Luckily, Vera did not bring her violin (as she is very, very awful.) 

It was great to see that everyone was just as I remembered.  They hadn't changed a bit.

They have a relative who shows up only around the holidays.   He's a scroogy kind of fella who demands an awful lot from his sweet puppy.  I get irritated with him every year...for about twenty minutes.  Then, I remember he has a heart problem, and I just need to be patient.   Sure enough...he turns around, and pretty soon, he's seated at the head of the table carving the holiday ham.

Oh, to live in Seussville and be surrounded by whimsical, feathery creatures, where bears wear neck ties, turtles snooze in tuttle trees, camels walk on ceilings, and Whos celebrate Christmas morning with no gifts in sight.

Thank you, Theodor Seuss Geisel, for gifting me with the first books I remember reading.