I mentioned in a previous post that my wife got me some more old books this past holiday.  Last year she got me Pat and the Iron Horse, the first book I remember reading as a kid.  This year, she found me some Big Little Books similar to the one that the school teacher has in her desk in A Christmas Story.  These books are probably not very interesting to anyone but us old farts, but they sure bring back memories.  I do remember having both of these as a kid.  I wonder if I still have them somewhere buried in a box at my parents house.