'Her stories are so inextricably connected with the most intimate part of the parental day, that drowsy moment when they suddenly start talking about whatever has been on their minds all day ... somehow a story makes everything all right' (Polly Toynbee The Guardian 25 May 2019).
I was saddened to hear of the death of the writer and illustrator, Judith Kerr, last week but also thankful for her long life. Like many other children, my two sons first encountered her work through The Tiger who Came to Tea being read to them at bedtime. When they were learning to read at school they often brought home one of the Mog stories to read to us. Then as confident readers they read for themselves When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit.
Judith Kerr was gentle and strong. Her family escaped from Berlin in the 1930s and began a new life in Britain in 1936. They were the lucky ones who managed to get out. 'If you've got a life that so many people don't have, then you don't waste it', she said. She was still working every day almost until the day she died aged 95. She is an inspiration.