June 24, 2010
Goodness turnips!
I have a vivid memory of the day my mother bought me a copy of Pollyanna on a visit to The World’s Biggest Bookstore when I was about eight years old. (This was back when TWBB was my favourite place in the universe.) I must have read the book a few times because many parts of it have stayed with me, but what I remember the most is the afterword to my edition, which was written by the great Lois Lowry. What I remember is one phrase in particular, one that applies to most of the books I like best; I think of it today because I’m currently rereading February by Lisa Moore.
The phrase is, “Goodness triumphs; I like that.” Except that I didn’t know the word “triumphs” when I was eight years old, and I read it as “turnips”. I read the whole phrase as a kind of exclaimation similar to “Goodness gracious” or “Merciful heavens”, but with a root vegetable twist.
“Goodness turnips; I like that.”
And all these years later, I still do.
I’m ashamed to say that I’ve never read ‘Polyanna’, probably because of too early an exposure to the Hayley Mills film. And now if I read it all I’m going to be able to think about is those turnips.
Don’t be ashamed. You probably haven’t missed much (except the turnips!)