Maybe that’s where my values came from
When I was a little girl (6 or 7, I guess), my father found a set of books at a garage sale called “Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories.” The price was good, so he brought them home. I fell madly in love with them. I read them over and over. They were very satisfying stories in which good was rewarded, evil punished, and the repentant were cherished. There was a lot in them about Jesus, who was a lovely and loving presence in the stories, but I really didn’t think much about that, since I already had a fairly strong Jewish identity. I just knew that the stories in these books were very good stories.
The name of the series popped into my head tonight as I was driving home from a soccer meeting, and I thought I’d see if I could find the books on the internet. I did. Here is the set of books I owned. And here is a bit more information about Uncle Arthur and the stories he wrote. I don’t know if my father ever realized what kind of books he’d given me, but I suspect they had something to do with shaping my values.
