Somewhere around 1934, my mother handed me a copy of The Secret Garden, said a teacher had given it to her when she was a child, which would have been somewhere around 1914.
That's copy's long gone, probably to one of the kids. So now, somewhere around 2012, I’ve just downloaded
The Complete Works of Frances Hodgson Burnett (cost: 99 cents)
and I’m re-reading The Secret
Garden on my new Kindle Paperwhite.
Okay, with no pictures. But it seems they’re all still here, in my head.
And with no grandchildren due here until Thanksgiving, I figured out how to do it all by myself.