Not everybody 'gets' vintage treasure. To many, it's just tat! This book is a good example.
I was pleased as punch when my Baby unearthed this treasure of a book in a local charity shop. The lady behind the counter, whilst not elderly, was advancing in years, and when I presented the book along with a skirt I was buying, looked at me incredulously and sharply said 'What good's that to you then?' I replied that it was old and that I liked old things. She flicked through it, was visibly disgusted by the scrawls in pencil and pen, and asked 'Have you seen the state of it?!' I said yes, and at the prompting of her more gentle husband, she responded by giving me the book for free.
I'm happy to give things like this a home. I like photographing them, and sharing them on the internet for others to enjoy. Books are fragile and won't last forever, and I think it's nice to have a digital trace of them left after the paper has disintegrated and the ink faded.
I love the illustrations, they're always so beautiful in books from this era. The colours are wonderful. I actually grew up reading books from the 1940s and 1950s, as they had belonged to my parents, and I read them alongside the Ladybird books of the 1980s. My favourite books of my parents were the 'Black Bob' books about the pluckiest of sheepdogs. I'll have to photograph them for you readers at some point. The stories were really quite exciting!
My favourite part of this new find though is the dedication in the front - how pleased Sylvia must have felt when she was presented with this book!
I did a little research, and Blaenrhondda School was built in 1882. Today, it's now derelict (see this webpage for some excellent photos of the spooky half destroyed building)