Do you remember your favourite bedtime story as a child? ?

My favourite bedtime memory is of my mother reciting poetry from memory. The Lady of Shalott comes to mind. Pure contentment.

Definitely AA Milne, I can still recite all the words to Disobedience (James James Morrison Morrison) now, 60 years later. I also loved The Borrowers when I was a bit older.

Our Dad hardly ever did anything for us at bedtime, but very occasionally he would sit by our bed, I shared with my sister, and tell us the story of “The old iron pot”.
This was about the time he was an army chef in Burma, in WW2, and how he cooked on an open fire in the camp, and how everyone enjoyed his cooking.

I remember a Noddy story. Something about a thief and PC Plod was looking at biscuit crumbs for clues.

I never had a bedtime story read to me but my children loved Goodnight Moon

Mother made them up and then always followed by a prayer.

My Dad was a regular soldier in the army all my life until I was 10. I only saw him periodically, when he came home on leave, as we had stayed in the family home in Yorkshire, so as not to disrupt the education of my older siblings.

He used to read to me when he was home, from Kipling's Just so Stories and my favourite one was How the Elephant got his Trunk. I loved the rhythm of the "great grey-green greasy Limpopo river" especially and we always used to say those words together.

I can't remember ever being read to as a child. My dad's eyes were really bad (catteracts) so he had a reason. My mother just didn't I was an avid reader from the moment I joined the library though.

My dad was chief story teller in our house. He rarely read from books and preferred to make up his own. He did the same for my children when they were young. They were mesmerised by his stories.

My Dad made up all the stories he told us as children and they were wonderful. They were usually about animals. I so wish I’d written them down as I can’t remember them all now.

I don't remember my parents reading to me but I always did it with my son and my grandsons. My two grandsons were obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and I think I know those books off by heart.

Gwyneth your dad sounds just like mine ?

My mother was a wonderful story reader and my favourite was “The Log of the Ark”, a hilarious retelling of the story of Noah and the Ark. Our copy disappeared but I managed to track down a second hand one to read to my own children, who also loved it, and GD1 inherited the book.

I'm sure I used to have bedtime story, but if I had a favourite I can't remember it! I don't remember them at all

One was Orlando the Marmalade Cat. And several Enid Blytons (which I know are very non PC now and rightly so.)

The Water Babies---I never tired of it.
Second to that was Rupert.

I remember being tucked in, and then reading books by torchlight myself under the covers. Mum read to me during the day when younger, but not at night.

Adventures of a Teddy Bear and More Adventures of a Teddy Bear by Mrs H C Craddock.

My DGD's favourite bedtime book when she is staying here is Grandpa Bear's Blossom Shop which was given to my DD when she was very young. It is by Gerda Makaskie and has lovely illustrations.

Mum usually read to me but Daddy always recited Goldilocks & the 3 bears. It was probably the only one he knew, but such a treat.

Aldom:
I remember The Lady of Shalott too, such a comforting rhythm.

My DDs favourite was: If you're afraid of the dark, Remember the Night garden. (think this was the title) DM brought it back from US after a holiday.

Oh yes, I still have my favourite bedtime book. It had a lullaby with a little picture on each page and a tiny story underneath.
It's just a little book with cardboard cover and I think it was a promotion from a store but I loved it. It's very tattered looking as it's been used so much.
Would send you a photo but it's currently in storage and it's in German too.

grannynanny ? yes lovely memories

we had to do our own reading as kids, so I would often read Narnia books, mostly while sitting inside my wardrobe with a torch, hoping to find Narnia really believing it was true!

Lost at the Fair, a Ladybird Book. Not read at bedtime but during the day, and my lovely Grandma used to play at it with me, setting out a stall in her front room with sweets bought from the sweet shop.

“Fast asleep was Dormouse Cottage
Up on silent Sunny Hill
All the dormice lay a-sleeping
Every thing was very still.

Came a muffled heavy knocking
On the cottage window pane
Mrs Dormouse rose and listened
Rubbed her eyes, and yawned again.......”

They don’t write stories for children like that any more!