Gosh, Mike, I don't know. The name wasn't part of the vivid memory. Just the illustration.
My sister Tanya and I read all of those books voraciously when we were living in Japan because we knew we were coming to America and we wanted to learn more of the language before we arrived. I wonder now how strange we must have sounded, spouting idioms from the 1930's when we talked to people here in the 1950s.
We had to leave the books behind in Japan, but we found the comic books when we moved here.
There's a bluegrass festival in Sebastopol on March 12th. I wish they had coordinated the date with the end of the camp.
