Any Bobbsey Twins?
I devoured those when I was a kid, even though they were like 75 years old by then.
As a kid MY grandparents had belonged to a book club back in the 1930-60 eras and I searched their attic for the 3 books in one that Readers Digest put out then.
I loved the old Thin Man series and the other perhaps 5 other detective couples set pre WW2 and just after. Today on the Classic Chanel it is a delight to watch these storeys filmed back then, the clothing, the attitudes of the day.
Buck Rogers and Flash Gorden, the small magazines of Alfred Hitchcock presents, short storeys that came out every month. Science Fiction the way most of our most brilliant writers got their start, Issac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Pol Anderson.
As an adult I was introduced to Louis Lamore, what westerns ? If that is all there is to read I will do so.
To this day when traveling about the south west I have on hand a couple of his books written about the area we are in. His research was so accurate that it becomes a mystery hunt to find the areas he writes about and ask some what intelligent questions of the people that live there now.
Sometime in the future I wish to visit a bed and breakfast in Mass. that was the home of Lizzie Borden. There are many questions left unanswered about her sister and the fathers business partner who was run off and charges were to be placed against him.
BTW, I read THE GRAY LADY, true story about our last British Governor run out of town, Governor Wentworth. His home still stands and is now part of a nursing home. The original wall paper is still on the walls, bullet holes over the fireplace mantel and hoof prints from the horses being road into the home by those darn river rats of town.
I know this because I worked a summer 11-7 shift, had plenty of time to roam about wondering about all the storeys of patients being awakened by a ghost in top hat and tails.
I think the ghost was on vacation that year as I never saw him, or his wife that some thought had poisoned her first husband in order to marry him.
Sorry for flight of ideas, one thing leads to another.