Hi Ladies, How are the three of you doing? I hope and trust you are all well. Here is the preface of a book. I leave it to you to discover the name of the book from which this message came. "Most children idolise their parents, but not all parents are as good companions as mine were. My father was interested in everything and delighted in sharing his enthusiasm. I was full of questions and this enabled him to tell me about the world, and the men and women who inhabited it and who have moved others by their ideas and actions, and through literature and art. Above all he loved to speak and write about our wonderful country, its early achievements and grandeur and the later decline and bondage. One thought was uppermost in his mind and that was freedom - freedom not only for India but for all peoples of the world. The letters in this book, written when I was eight or nine, deal with the beginnings of the earth and of man*s awareness of himself. They were not merely letters to be read and put away. They brought a fresh outlook and aroused a feeling of concern for people and interest in the world around. They taught one to treat nature as a book. I spent absorbing hours studying stones and plants, the lives of insects and at night, the stars. The letters have earlier appeared in book form in different languages, but I am sure this attractive reprint will appeal to children and will open new vistas for them as the original letters did for me. THESE LETTERS were written to my daughter Indira in the summer of 1928 when she was in the Himalayas at Mussoorie and I was in the plains below. They were personal letters addressed to a little girl, ten years of age. But friends, whose advice I value, have seen some virtue in them, and have suggested that I might place them before a wider audience. I do not know if other boys and girls will appreciate them. But I hope that such of them as read these letters may gradually begin to think of this world of ours as a large family of nations. And I hope also, though with diffi¬ dence, that they may find in the reading of them a fraction of the pleasure that I had in the writing of them. The letters end abruptly. The long summer had come to an end and Indira had to come down from the mountains. And there was no Mussoorie or other hillstation for her in the summer of 1 929. The last three letters begin a new period and are somewhat out of place by themselves. But I have included them as there is little chance of my adding to them. I realize that the letters being in English, their circle of appeal is limited. The fault is entirely mine. I can only remedy it now by having a translation made. ALLAHABAD November 1929 Jawaharlal Nehru" OK, that's the preface. Now find out the title of the book where these words from a father to his daughter appear? Cheers, Bernie the Monkey Aug 17,2024 Rockland Ont. (at 10:11 am on a rainy Sat morning)