Just Grand-Uncle Rambling Again

Tomorrow (the 27^th) will be the 48^th anniversary of the premiere of the Rankin/Bass version of The Hobbit. “When the world was young, and death was but a dream.” Gawd. I was 15 at the time, a sophomore in 10^th Grade. Though I had seen a play version of The Hobbit in 1971 -72, I had only read the book when I was 11 in middle school (1973-74) and started my true engagement with Middle-earth. Although it seemed like forever, I had a very short wait for a visual adaptation compared to some who had been waiting for decades. Just like my wait for The Silmarillion in 1977. A span of just 6 or 7 years, but it seemed like an eternity at the time. Everything that came afterwards seems like mere embellishment. Looking back, somehow just a snip in time. Anyway, I thought I’d talk about it today as tomorrow will be a busy holiday and I might not have the time. Not so busy for me, as I have no cooking to do this year. So I thought I’d wander on (again) about my Tolkien obsession, and maybe take tomorrow off.