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

Milly Molly Mandy is the only book that I can recall Mum reading to me. I loved The Enchanted Wood stories and so too my children and grandchildren. The current publications have had some politically correct editing so I hope Enid Blyton starts being recognised again for her brilliant story telling.

Never had a bedtime story from mum & dad always either too tired or both very busy.
On the plus we had an Uncle & Aunt that came to dinner with my parents once a week, they always bought a bag of sweets for my brother and myself, my uncle used to always tell us a bedtime story which he had made up himself.
Sometime’s he would make it into a serial and we would have to wait until his next visit to hear the next installment.
Needless to say he was our favourite uncle and a much loved dad & Grandad to his own family

When I was tiny I adored a book about Baba, a little lamb. I haven’t seen it in over 65 years but just thinking about it today gave me a warm fuzzy feeling of being secure in my daddy’s arms being read a bedtime story.
I knew it by heart and objected if a single word was missed.

I’m off to scour the Internet for it.

I remember being read to at school, the Just Stories and Milly Molly Mandy, but not at home. There was also a book about Marco Polo that we all adored, but I’ve never been able to trace it. I’m sure I was read to, but I learnt to read at a very early age, well before I started school, so I think I did my own reading a lot of the time. My mother said nobody ever taught me. I just picked it up.

There was one girl at my little infant school who could hardly read at all, and I used to feel frantic with impatience as she stumbled through her turn at reading round the class. Poor girl, she was probably dyslexic, but nobody had heard of that in 1946.

I never had a story read or told to me. Dad worked late most nights and mum was exhausted probably with 4 and later 5 of us. She did sing to us and I knew lots of nursery rhymes and the popular songs of the time.

I really don't remember there being any books in the house. The only time I remember anyone reading anything was dad and grandpa reading the newspaper. Reading was a complete mystery to me and I failed to learn at infant school. I know that my little sister could read before me and I can remember that upset me. Luckily I had a wonderful teacher in my first year at junior school and she encouraged me and I did eventually make some progress.

We used to go to rummage sales with grandma and she would give me and my sister a few pennies. We bought books and my sister would help me read them. The only new books we had were given to us by Sunday school on prize day. I remember taking one home and telling mum that I couldn't read the title. She laughed and said it's about a little girl called Heidi. Mum sat down and read the story to me.

I had six DC of my own and I made sure I read stories multiple times a day not just at bedtime. Over the years I bought 100s of books. We also went to the library every week.

I don’t remember being read to, but starting with the secret seven and moving on I remember developing a life long love for stories. Too many to mention really.
Heidi - Johanna Spyri, Little Women - Louisa May Alcott, The Narnia stories by C.S. Lewis are all stories I have revisited and enjoyed as an adult too.

I had four siblings, so I think my mother struggled to get us all to bed. My father worked nights at the pit, so we had to stay downstairs till it was time for him to get up and go to work. Then a mad rush to get five over tired children to bed, in two bedrooms!
I remember my mother reading to us in the daytime, Romany books with Raq the dog were the only books in the house, so were repeated - but still appreciated.

I really loved Thumbelina. I read it to each of my daughters too .

Don't remember ever having a bedtime story, mum and dad just didn't do it. My DM was of the school of thought that bed was for sleeping, so it was into bed, lights out and "go to sleep". Good job I could read at 5, read every night under the covers in fear of being caught. Even reading in bed was banned in our house.
At 5 I loved the Rupert Bear books, and Minnie Mouse, then progressed to Enid Blyton, Christopher Robin and traditional fairy tales.
Then onto What Katy Did, and Little Women, and Famous Five which I adored. And lots of pony books!

I do remember having Noddy read to me. However my fond memory is of my mum singing " Golden Slumbers" and "Lulla, Lulla , Lulla. "

My father used to read Rupert to my brother at bedtime. My brother was supposed to go to sleep, but he didn’t. My father, on the other hand, did!

My favourite was a Ladybird book called 'Ginger's Adventures'. A harrowing tale about a dog happily spending his days on the farm with his friend, Tommy, only to to find himself sent to live in London with a spoilt little girl. Ginger accidently breaks Angelica's china doll and is dumped in the shed in disgrace. He is so homesick for Tommy and his carefree life that he escapes and runs back to the farm. I knew this little book word for word and cried buckets over this poor dog but it was always my favourite story.

We never had bedtime stories. My daughter's favourite was The Princess and The Pea. I practically knew it off by heart!

I think it was called ‘Snow White and Rose Red’. My dad read it every night for months. I can remember him sighing .

not an easy life granh2 . Nice that your mum made time to read to you during the day.

We didn't get bedtime stories. Dad was at the pub. Mum had seven children so no time for it.
She did find time to take me to the library regularly. I was the only one who loved reading and it must have taken some effort as the library was a half hour bus ride each way.

I remember my mother reading to me when I was in bed with measles at age 5 or 6. The books were ones she must have had a a child. They were called “Hello, Girls” and were stories by the radio “Aunties”. I absolutely loved the stories which were often quite moralistic.

I had a good laugh when I read the title of this thread, how very middle class.
We never had bedtime stories read to us, we just got chased up to bed, however I was a prolific reader so I did not miss out on stories.

I never got read to before bed but I remember my mother bought me a book called 'the discontented pony' about a pony who ran away from his farm to join the fair and 'my naughty little sister' books which I loved.

This post has made me realise I don’t ever remember being read to!

Nope, my mother never read to me but I adored reading and still do. I loved Enid Blyton and the Adventures of Mr. Pinkwhistle in particular. Later on I enjoyed Swallows and Amazons and What Katy Did which I received at school when I was 8 on Prizegiving Day. It was my pride and joy and I read it over and over again.

This has brought back memories of my Mum telling me made-up stories about a little girl called Joan. Who was the same age as me and had all sorts of adventures. Mum used to sing to me too.
My own children loved the Faraway Tree books by Enid Blyton.

ps @ LullyDully= She used to sing "Lulla Lulla Lulla " too.

didn't have bedtime stories.
but remember my older brother placing rubber biggy ears on my forehead, and saying how cooling it felt, the smooth soles of his boots.
and i was still and quiet, and felt it.
and he said, think how strong you are, you've had a man in his boots, standing on your head, and it didn't bother you at all.
and i remember that. and he wasn't a soppy or sentimental person at all; was rather sharp and self-centred, but i miss him.

Mine was Cinderella a true fairytale I loved it.

Also “Lost at the Fair”——-managed to get a copy to read to my GC all seven,still have it in my top drawer.