The Snowman Tell-The-Time Book Raymond Briggs

ISBN: 9780241131121

Published: January 1st 1991

Unknown Binding

1 page


The Snowman Tell-The-Time Book  by  Raymond Briggs

The Snowman Tell-The-Time Book by Raymond Briggs
January 1st 1991 | Unknown Binding | PDF, EPUB, FB2, DjVu, talking book, mp3, ZIP | 1 page | ISBN: 9780241131121 | 8.17 Mb

Such Stuff as Dreams are Made OnThis is not a review. How can one review a book like The Snowman, a story without words? It has to be experienced, that’s all, experienced through the eyes of a child. What follows is my own experience, my appreciation of a story that gave me so much pleasure over so many years.There are stories and experiences from childhood that we all recall with some fondness. Even if we do not bring them to mind they are in our hearts, a warm glow that never dies.

It is the things we learn and love in innocence that have the greatest resonance.I was reminded recently of Heidi, a book for children and those who love children by the Swiss author Johanna Spyri. I was particularly fond of the story of Heidi and her grandfather because I had a very close relationship with my own grandfather, my father’s father, with whom I used to stay when my parents were away on lengthy business trips. It was my grandfather who introduced me to the Snowman.I don’t remember when exactly.

I must have been, oh, about four years old. It was before I went to school anyway. It was near Christmas, that much I do remember. The Snowman in question is a story book, pictures without words by Raymond Briggs, another book for children and those who love children. Like Heidi it tells of a bond, this time between a little boy and the snowman he builds one wintry afternoon in his garden.

By magic it comes to life- by magic the boy and the snowman fly.It was made into an animated film by Channel 4, one of our terrestrial television companies, with a sublime score by Howard Blake. When I was growing up it was broadcast every Christmas- perhaps it still is. With us watching it became an annual event. The holiday simply would not have been the same without it, as if there was no Christmas tree, no lights and no watch night service in church.By far the best bit is the flying sequence.

In the animation it is accompanied by Walking in the Air, a song that still makes me teary with nostalgia-Were walking in the airWere floating in the moonlit skyThe people far below are sleeping as we flyIm holding very tightIm riding in the midnight blueIm finding I can fly so high above with youFar across the worldThe villages go by like dreamsThe rivers and the hills, the forests and the streamsChildren gaze open mouthedTaken by surpriseNobody down below believes their eyesWere surfing in the airWere swimming in the frozen skyWere drifting over icy mountains floating bySuddenly swooping lowOn an ocean deepRousing up a mighty monster from his sleepAnd walking in the airWere dancing in the midnight skyAnd everyone who sees us greets us as we flyWere walking in the airWere walking in the air.There was one Christmas – I was now about six I think – we spent in our family cottage in the north of Scotland, a really remote spot in Easter Ross.

It snowed, heavily. I built my own snowman in the garden with a little help from father. It was as big as me, that I remember clearly, with an old hat on his head and a scarf around his neck.I waited and waited for him to come to life. I so wanted to fly like the boy, to go to the North Pole and dance with Father Christmas and all of the other snowmen. I didn’t and I did. My snowman remained frozen in the garden, mute and unmoved. But he came alive in my dreams that night.

And – who knows? –maybe dreams are just a gate to another reality, a world where everything is possible and nothing denied. It was for me. The Snowman was the gateway.

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