Happy Birthday, Girl Sleuth

 I remember my first Nancy Drew because my stepfather was building a stagecoach in the basement, actually he was building two. Half the basement was only accessible by climbing through one of the coaches.


So at Christmas I saw this book listed in either the Sears or Penneys Christmas catalog and put it on my list.


Who didn't want to be Nancy? She was smart, pretty, had great friends, was a good friend and daughter, went to interesting places, did interesting things, helped people in trouble, and  drove a blue convertible.


Happy Birthday, Nancy, you don't look a day over 18.


Thanks, Linda, for the post.