Calliope
When my brother and I were children, there was a comic strip called Buzz Sawyer. It was part of what are now called "cold war comics" about the Air Force pilot John Singer Sawyer and his adventures, but on Sunday, the strip was given over to his service pal Roscoe Sweeney who had retired to Florida where he owned an orange grove. Sweeney and his wife had many friends who made appearances in the strip including his uncle who traveled with a steam-powered circus calliope. It was noted for its great volume and the spray which dampened those close to it during performances his uncle gave. Before we could read, we would sit on the sofa with a bowl of potato chips so salty they would make the corners of your lips burn and daddy would read us the Sunday funnies.
I was reading the other day about the momentous step in a child's life that happens when he or she learns to read by himself. It is bittersweet because it is a step toward independence for the child, but it is a step that begins the end of dependence on the parents for interpreting print media for children. Today that is not as big a thing as it was before all of the media we have today, but I still fondly remember my parents reading to us.