Six years ago I took possession of a retired elementary school teacher's classroom library. Most of the books I've since read and donated to various local schools but one gem I've kept is Ann Can Fly by Fred Phleger.
Ann's father has taught her how to fly and now they are flying together to her summer camp in Colorado. The flight starts at Montgomery Field in San Diego. As a native San Diegan I felt an unexpected thrill at recognizing their take-off point. In fact much of their flight path covers familiar territory for me and gave me many things to talk about with my children during the book.
I read this book to Harriet at a time when she was going through a period of "girls do this" and "boys do that." It was nice to show her a positive portrayal of a girl doing something outside of her rubric. It helped her to rethink her strict cataloging of gender roles.
I came across this recently gave it a whirl. I enjoyed the 1950s-style art, and it's a cute story, but it seemed a little overly wordy and stilted for a young readers book.
Times have changed. This book was how children's books used to be. While I do not recall reading this in my youth, it has the look and feel of that kind of book. It's similar to Dick and Jane for older readers.
But, oh how stilted it is! Father declares the indians will look after the plane. Yeah, that wouldn't fly (no pun intended) today. Ann and her father fly the family plane. It's simple language. There is little interest, as far as I can make out, in reading this.
Probably one of the first books I ever read. My dad was a pilot for a long time, so as a kid I was interested in anything aviation. I read this book many time in elementary school. My parents got it for me for my birthday a few years ago and I cannot wait to share it with my kids.