Once upon a time...

I remember when all stories started this way. It seemed old fashioned even sixty odd years ago, in fact I remember wondering what it meant exactly.
This was in the Rainbow Annual from 1953. It’s even older than I am! It was among some things from my Dad’s house and originally belonged to one of my cousins.
A quick glance through the book shows just how far we have moved on from the extremely non politically correct stories contained in it. They really are quite staggeringly awful!

Mono Monday 259, Beginnings. Thanks Jensphotos for hosting.