We have a lot of old children’s books tucked away on various bookshelves around the house. Some of them date back to my childhood, others belong to my husband, and some were my mother’s. When our children grew up and moved out, they left all their childhood paraphernalia with us, including many of their books, which apparently we need to keep for them until they have their own houses. That day may never come, given today’s property prices, and if they do miraculously buy a house, I’m pretty sure their old books will continue to live at our place. Why clutter up your own house when you can clutter up somebody else’s?
I don’t really mind because I like re-reading them.
One of my favourites is The Man Who Didn’t Wash His Dishes by Phyllis Krasilovsky. It’s a very thin old book we bought secondhand at a fete for fifty cents. Originally published in 1950, it’s a simple story about a man who eats so much dinner that he goes into a food coma and can’t be bothered washing up. Once this bad habit becomes entrenched, he ceases washing dishes at all, and is forced to eat his dinner from random items around the house, including a vase, a flowerpot and even an ashtray! It always made me laugh.
I always assumed that this was a little-known book, so it surprised me to discover that Phyllis Krasilovsky wrote over twenty books for children and two novels for young adults. She also wrote humorous articles for several newspapers.
Many of her stories were written for children she actually knew. The Very Little Girl (1953) was originally a birthday card for her sister’s child, and The Man Who Didn’t Wash His Dishes (1950) was written for her husband’s five-year-old cousin who was dying of leukemia. I don’t quite know why a story about a man not washing his dishes is appropriate for a five-year-old child, but my children always loved this story and I have read it many times.
She also wrote the wonderfully titled The Man Who Cooked for Himself , which is about being self-sufficient and begins like this…
There once was a man who lived with his cat in a little house on the edge of a wood. He didn’t have a wife or children, so he always cooked his own supper, cleaned the house by himself, and made his own bed. The man didn’t even have a car or a telephone. But he had a friend who visited him every few days, bringing him the things he needed.
Phyllis Krasilovsky
Phyllis started her career with a bang.
Born Phyllis Louise Manning, she was just nineteen and newly married when she stormed into the offices of Doubleday and demanded to see an editor. Children’s book editor Margaret Lesser heard the confrontation at the front desk, read the manuscript and accepted The Man Who Didn’t Wash His Dishes a few minutes later. I don’t think it would be that easy today. After her husband checked the contract (he was a law student), the couple set off for Alaska in their miniscule car.
I’m not sure if it was this exact model, but their car was too small to travel on the back roads of Alaska and had to be transported on the back of a truck. It reminds me of Noddy’s car.
The couple spent three years in Alaska before returning to settle in Chappaqua, about 30 miles north of New York.
In those days, Alaska was regarded as the last frontier, a bit like the wild west. Phyllis had her first child in Juneau and subsequently wrote Benny’s Flag, which tells the true story of the Aleut boy who designed the Alaskan flag.
In 1927, Benny Benson was 14 years old and living on a mission when he won a contest to design the flag for the Territory of Alaska. He was awarded $1,000, an engraved watch and a trip to Washington, DC. Quite an achievement for a young boy.
Both Phyllis and her husband, Bill (an entertainment lawyer) were interested in helping people maintain or regain the rights to their work. Bill Krasilovsky represented many well-known musicians including Duke Ellington and Herman Hupfeld, who wrote As Time Goes By.
In the late 1960s, Phyllis was part of an initiative of eminent children’s book authors who pressed for foreign rights to their works to be negotiated separately from domestic publishing contracts. Other members of the group included Maurice Sendak (Where the Wild Things Are) and Margret Rey (Curious George).
In her later years, Phyllis taught children’s literature in Tarrytown, near New York. She died in 2014, aged 87. I love her quilted vest. It’s very Alaskan.
Margaret Moon 
Entertaining blog Marg.
I have a couple of very old children’s books that I loved reading the kids. My favorite is out of print now and is called The wild Baby by Barbro Lindgren adapted from the Swedish. It is so quaint but very funny – my kids still remember it and my son loves to hear me read it to his 3 year old.
The Wild Baby sounds like a fabulous book. Barbro Lindgren is still around and celebrated her 85th birthday last week. She sounds like a hoot.
I have never heard of this book or author but I love the titles. I think children really have a sense of the ridiculous (which is probably why they go through that joke stage – so boring) and stories you have previously mentioned like The Tiger Who Came to Tea are so popular.
What an interesting person she was! No wonder she had the ability to write these inventive stories.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. She would have been a great person to talk to. She wrote another book I didn’t mention called The Cow Who Fell in the Canal, which is a wonderful story.
That’s someone I hadn’t heard off before reading your post.
We still have rather a lot of children’s’ books left from when our two were young. They bring back a lot of memories so getting rid of them is very difficult. We did let a neighbour take a selection for her young children, but there quite a few we had to keep
Another good thing about having children’s books around the house (apart from being able to read them yourself) is that you can entertain any young visitors who happen past. We also have some young adult books (The sisterhood of the travelling pants) and even some High School Certificate (A level) texts.