Maj Lindman (Mrs. Maj Lindman-Hulten) lived in Stockholm, Sweden. She attended the Royal Academy of Arts in Stockholm, and also studied art in Paris, France. She wrote and illustrated numerous children's books, but she is best known for her delightful tales of triplet girls Flicka, Dicka and Ricka and their boy counterparts, Snipp, Snapp and Snurr.
New friendships often happen when you're least expecting them and with a person you wouldn't expect. Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka learn that friends of all ages can be interesting and fun to be with.
When I discovered Lindman's two series about triplets: 'Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka' and 'Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr,' I was enamored. I checked out several at a time until I'd read them all. Then, after a couple of months, I'd read them all again. It's been years since I read them that thoroughly, but this book is on my shelf. There's so much to like: the children are triplets (apparently identical); they have unusual names; they live in Sweden; they have adventures; and the art is colorful.
In this story, the girls are kind to their new neighbor, an old man who they decide must be lonely. When their mother tells them that the man probably doesn't appreciate the big snowball that they left on his walk, they decide to do something nice for him. They each bring him a big lollipop. When I was young, how did I feel about the gift of a lollipop? I wish I'd written out comments about my favorite books back then.
FRD befriend an elderly neighbor after accidentally rolling a huge snowball onto his walk. He shares his tales of travel with them, while they take him sledding and their mom invites him for tea. A tale of intergenerational friendship.
One wintry day three little girls in Sweden make a huge snowball that rolls down the hill and stops on the walk in front of their new neighbour's house. The girls later go to apologize and the adventures begin. Pretty illustrations.
I'd love to be a new friend to a family as nice as this one. I am surprised, however, to see how much sun there is, how much can get accomplished, during this Swedish winter. ;)
Because what small girls don't want to make friends with the old octogenarian that lives down the hill? Though there was a very cynical part of me that could not help but think that these girls senses of preservation are not all that they probably should be. And, as with nearly all of Maj Lindman's books, you'd be hard pressed to find more abrupt and/or weak endings. I don't care that it is a picture book, that complaint is still valid.
Three little Swedish girls befriend an elderly geography teacher. The font was quite large, and made reading (and following along with a small finger) easy. The illustrations are quaint, though all the irises are missing, which is a bit spooky.