Two Clumsy Hands by Edith Witts (1956) Where it all began…
This dear story was a Sunday school prize for my mum back in 1957 and I discovered it on my grandmother’s bookshelf when I was around eight.
Although I was already an avid reader and lived my life up the Faraway Tree, by the shores of Plum Creek or daydreaming with Anne, this story made an indelible impression on me and its uplifting, sweet little story of a time gone by is one of my dearest keepsakes.
My name is Helena Ruth. Helen was my grandmother’s name so to avoid confusion my family always called me Ruth. I happily answer to both.
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Helena Ruth ♥