Letters of Life

Friends From The Hundred Acre Wood

Hundred Acre Wood

Hundred Acre Wood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A narrative from an online issue of the magazine McSweeney’s called Christopher Robin Friend Requests the Residents of the Hundred Acre Wood  set me thinking about my own Hundred Acre Wood, the place where childhood and youngness resides.

Followers of Winnie-the-Pooh would know the Hundred Acre Wood is the forest which Owl and Rabbit (Tigger, Kanga and Roo, Piglet and Eeyore) inhabit, and where the boy Christopher Robin often came to visit.

The McSweeney piece by Rachel Klein describes how Pooh and friends gather for a Very Emportent Meeting to discuss what to do about Christopher Robin popping up on Facebook requesting to be their friend after years of silence (he’d grown up and gone away to college and more).

I won’t spoil it by describing what happens further in the McSweeney piece, except that when the link appeared on my Facebook feed, many left comments to say that they did not like how it ended, nor how dear Christopher Robin was portrayed. Plus, I think the portrayal of Mr Robin is very American — the lifestyle hinted at after college — and I like to think Chris, who is British-born, might have done things a lot differently and say, ended up in Asia and adopted a more globalised perspective.

"Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony." -- Lou Reed.

“Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.” — Lou Reed.

To us, the Hundred Acre Wood as created by A.A. Milne, is in our address book of mythical places, like Narnia, or the Shire, for instance.

Yet, we all have our own Hundred Acre Wood. It is peopled by names from childhood and sun-dappled youth, names which took root in our consciousness at what, from this distance, looks like a very blessed time and so can never age nor wither. A friend request popped up a month ago on my phone screen and because it seemed too good to be true I had to check who our mutual friends were — there was only one — to make sure it was the right person. I had tried searching in the past, but never found what I was looking for.

It’s true that some of us carry the Hundred Acre Wood around with us, it even has virtual properties, but when virtual cuts the real world and become a voice, a face, a life lived in parallel, then, how wonderful life is, now you’re in my world.


What’s your take on the Hundred Acre Wood? Leave a comment!

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Categorised in: Making Connections (Friendship), Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought (Reflections), Youth (My History)

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  1. I don’t want to read the US version of Christopher Robin as an adult, nor do I want to hear an updated version of the Magic Faraway Tree. You can’t add to these things in any meaningful way. They have already been lived and loved and have a unique place in our childhood memories.

    Thanks for taking me back to the magic of those stories.

  2. Thank you for this great post. I loved how brought back memories from when I was younger and of my Hundred Acre Wood that I have been neglecting lately.

  3. Good article YM. Have a blessed Christmas.

  4. The Hundred Acre Woods was a cherished place in my childhood, as well as the characters who lived there.

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