My dad had a whole bunch of original Hardy Boys books that I enjoyed quite a bit.
Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys
by compound complex 40 Replies latest jw friends
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Xena
Trixie Beldon was another girl teen detective who solved mysteries with her friends. I have to admit one draw it had for me was that it had a character named Diana. I went thru a phase of trying to get everyone to call me "Di" like the girl in the book.
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delilah
My mom made sure that I had my own copies of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys books to read. I loved them!!
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compound complex
Dear Fellow-Sleuths and Chums,
Wowsers! Can't wait to get back to THE SECRET OF THE OLD MILL and help Joe, Frank and Chet find those counterfeiters!
I just hope we don't give dear old and peppery Aunt Gertrude a heart attack. We always promise to be very careful ...
Many, many thanks!
CoCo
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Hortensia
"Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden and The Happy Hollisters." wow - what a flashback - I read all of those as a kid. ND and the HB were corny and dated - but at the time Trixie Belden seemed modern. I read voraciously as a kid - otherwise my life sucked - and I'm glad as reading has continued to be a huge part of my life.
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LouBelle
I used to love Nancy Drew as a kid - I read SO many of them - at that age you don't really know what ""corny"" is.
Good / truth always came out tops.
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Merry Magdalene
Oh yes! I immersed myself in several old series...Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Trixie Belden, Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators, Annette (Funicello) mystery books...
Always loved a mystery. What fun you are CoCo!
~Merry
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noni1974
I never read Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys.I did watch the TV show about the hardy boys when I was a kid.I read Encyclopedia Brown and The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley High.
I also read all of the Wizard of Oz books and Anne of Green Gables.I read a lot now just like when I was a kid.I like books better then TV or movies.
Now as an adult I read a lot of romance novels.I love the sex scenes.
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compound complex
Gosh, pals! You were sure swell to take the time and say hi and put in your memories. It's really neat that we can solve these mysteries as a team all together. Dad sure appreciates the help, too. We spend lots of time in our lab over the garage analyzing fingerprints. We lifted hundreds off Aunt Gertie's cookie jar - they were all Chet's! What a porker! What I still can't figure even after all these years being an eternal "18" is why we always washed down that hardtack the old gal called homemade cookies with lemonade - YECHHHHHHHHH! Jeepers, don't you got milk?
Catch y'all later. Little bro and I got some sleuthing to do and, I hope, to catch some quarry. It's been Slim Pickens lately.
Franklin Hearty
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compound complex
THE WITCH TREE SYMBOL
Carolyn Keene (and a little help from a friend)
A plump and anxious Mrs. Tenney was adamant that she would not, under any circumstance, venture into the spooky Follett mansion alone. The svelte and ever-eighteen Nancy assured her friend that great aunt Sara had lived there alone in safety for years ... What's the problem? Well, yes, Nancy, Aunt Sara lived there unbothered but she was just lucky! It's a wonder she was never burgled, what with all her beautiful antiques. She sure was dotty - never seemed to be aware of her surroundings, but you move a stick of furniture and she was right on top of it! Why, do you know that ...
Nancy gently butted into the barrage of reminiscences that unleashed from Mrs. Tenney's mouth with the thought that, gee, it looks all quiet on the western front - wanna get the show on the road? Coming to, Nan's chum sputtered that they might as well since that was the entire point of her asking the eighteen-year old sleuth to drive her over to the old green Victorian.
Mrs. T, released from her initial case of nerves, began waxing eloquent over the fine pieces adorning the stately though badly neglected rooms of the old homestead. Two matching cherry tables had once belonged to the father of our country - GW himself! And Mrs. Tenney, an heir to the estate, would soon claim one of these exquisite tables for her very own.
Once inside the door, the pair marched resolutely and directly to the library. At its entrance Mrs. Tenney stood stock still and, punched figuratively in the gut, let out a gasp that could be heard all the way to the Hardy household ...
