There is Nothing New

The last time we were home I found a book for sale, The Complete Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales. It was one of those books that publishers mass produce and sell at what seems like a reduced price. I bought it. I figured how could I go wrong buying all of the stories of Hans Christian Anderson? :) I loved them when I was a child, maybe one day I could read some of them to my own grandchildren.

Every once in awhile I get the book out and read a story. They are fairly short. Today was one of those days. I chose to read Thumblelina, all of 6 pages long. Took about 5 minutes to read.

As I read I was surprised to discover how much of that story was embedded in my mind. I haven't read it for many years, probably 30 or so. It was interesting to me that not long ago I wanted to write a story - and I may still do so - where the main character is a little female person who lives in a tulip. My story will be very different, if it ever gets written, but oh my! I am sure that for all of these years the idea of a little person living in a flower has been there in my mind, planted by one of the master story tellers of all time.

King Solomon was correct: there is nothing new under the sun. Ecclesiastes 1:9