This old children’s storybook belonged to my father, Arthur Clark Carmichael, 1905 -2000. It survived years of change, from the days of horse and buggy, the years of the Great Depression, and to our present age of advanced technology.
The pages are quite delicate at this time but still hold a charm and story that all children can relate to. A child’s first books are long remembered into adulthood. I remember my first books; read to me by my mother or father. The innocent mind of a child truly appreciates the worth of a good storybook.