Tell us what books you read with your Grandparents to WIN a full set of The Owl and the Pussy-cat picture edition books

[ChrissieMumsnet]

To coincide with National Grandparents Day on Sunday 5 October we’re giving away ten sets of the treasured children’s bedtime story book, The Owl and the Pussy-cat as well as the follow-up title, The Further Adventures of the Owl and the Pussy-cat, which has a companion CD.

The new picture edition of Edward Lear’s classic poem features illustrations by Charlotte Voake while The Further Adventures of The Owl and the Pussy-cat creates a wonderful new story penned by The Gruffalo author, Julie Donaldson.

To enter our competition, we’d like to hear about the stories you read once upon a time with your grandparents. Whether old literary favourites or less well-known gems, we want to know the books that help generations of families unite. Share your stories on this thread before 10am Thursday 9 October. The publication of The Owl and the Pussy-cat and The Further Adventures of The Owl and the Pussy-cat is 2 October 2014.

This competition is sponsored by Puffin Books.

Milly Molly Mandy, and My Naughty Little Sister.

Just so stories too!

My grandmother had the encyclopedia britannica which had belonged to my Dad so we used to read that. I would copy out pages. I think i got to the end of the aardvark section. Then we moved on to the moon, which was so out of date as they hadn't been to the moon when it was written so it was all supposition.

Pookie - the rabbit with wings!
www.amazon.co.uk/Pookie-World-Right-Picture-Lions/dp/0006647359

My Granny used to read me the stories from Struwwelpeter. A German collection of (ten?) stories from the nineteenth century with a strong moral lesson whereby various children met with a grizzly end due to their "terrible misbheaviours". Had us chuckling away.

She also had the complete collection of Beatrix Potter and used to read them all to me.

Clever Polly and the Stupid Wolf. I loved that book! My grandmother used to read it to me. Also Milly Molly Mandy. We also used to look at Rupert annuals together. Great memories

What Katy Did and Heidi.
When What Katy Did died from over use mum wanted to get me a new copy but I didn't want her too. Grandma totally understood that it had been a friend that couldn't be replaced

Years later I asked her what Barbara Cartland was like so she bought me one from a charity shop, I read it and we had a ceremonial burning in the fire. Literary snob? Quite possibly but she was the best.

Thank you for helping me remember this tonight

My grandad used to tell me the tale of Chicken Licken. He never read it to me though, he had his own version which he told to my aunties, my mum and my cousins too. I wish someone had written it down or recorded it as we all remember certain lines, but nobody recalls the whole story.

I have such find memories of curling up on his lap howling with laughter as he recounted how "the sky has fallen on my poor bald head, and I'm going to tell the king".

I had a massive well worn book that was 365 bedtime stories. I loved it. My grandparents as well as my mum and dad often read me the daily story.

my grandma used to read me Enid blytons 'Mr pink whistle'
I still have the original book, but would never read it to my children now as some of the language and terms are shocking

The adventures of the little wooden horse by Ursula Moray Williams

I have bought a lovely copy for my dd

In the night kitchen! Had forgotten all about it until I had my daughter. When I was trying to describe the story to my husband he thought I had completely lost it! Milk for the morning cake!!

My favourite book at my Grandma's house was the Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton - she had a lovely hardback illustrated one, the pictures were amazing.

My grandad read Winnie the Pooh (with amazing voices) to me and
The just so stories

My grandma read 'dogger' and one about a teddy that went to the tip and it rhymed 'this is the boy that followed the truck and this is the Ted who talked to the duck' type of thing can't remember the name of it.

They're the ones I remember most.
Lovely memories - they read them to my children now

My grandma used to also read a book of classic fairy tales that had 'the witch, for which she was' line in it next to a cat

I remember reading Enid Blyton with my grandmother, in particular the famous five series and Brer Rabbit.
She also had a book of prayers which I remember her reading to me at bedtime.
I can't wait for ds to be a little older to start reading Brer Rabbit to him.

I remember climbing into my Nan's bed in the holidays, early in the morning before anyone else was awake. She never seemed to sleep and I think she used to wait for me. She had the biggest, most ornate book of fairy tales and I remember looking down the endless contents page and pointing to a new story each day :)

I don't remember the titles, but I have vivid memories of two books my Granny used to read to me - one about children who dug a hole all the way through to Australia and one about a child who played with matches. Both books had been my Dad's as a child, so from the late 40s / early 50s I imagine.

I remember reading all the Peter Rabbit books with my grandparents.

Grandma also kept all my mum and uncle's old books for us to read.

A beautiful hardback version of Cinderella which was belonged to my Mum and had been read to get at a similar age. It is still in my childhood bedroom waiting for my daughter to be old enough to enjoy it.

My gran used to read me Enid Blyton books. I loved them all but especially The Faraway Tree.

My Granddad used to collect books for when he saw me. He once caught the bus 100+ miles to drop off a big bag of books. I used to devour anything I could get my hands on but mostly Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl.

He's no longer with us but even now my Grandmothers on both sides still give me books. They always thought of me as the reader of the family (I am). Now it's Maeve Binchy's and wartime novels from one and gory murder mysteries from the other. Two very different but fantastic women.
:)

Hmm I don't really remember my grandparents reading to me at all.

I do remember my grandad drawing me pictures though - he was a very good artist - and he used to bring me a Walnut Whip

They were usually rude verses and rhymes, said in lovely Lancashire accents!

my lovely nanny is the best at making up stories, we never had need for books!
My cousins and I would snuggle into the bed with her whilst she recounted the events of the 2 children doing whatever we had asked for a story about.
I'm convinced that if published they would make an absolute fortune, but she's now in a home and suffering from dementia although she'll still tell us about the 2 children!