I heard of an eleven year old girl with red hair that changed the lives of those she came in contact with when she arrived into their lives. For a while I avoided this red-headed girl, I mean what could be so darn great about her? Silly eight year old me…everything. The moment I decided to give Anne of Green Gables a try I was absolutely smitten with her story. I think we all have that one character that we are just always ready to fight anyone for, because the characters become so deeply rooted into our systems that they are a part of us. You know what I mean, right? That character, or characters that have this thing that you know you can always count on. You can always go back to that character and their story, because sometimes you’re just itching to get back into the world that helped you out so much, that world that meant so much to you.
Anne of Green Gables is that for me. As a little girl I was always living in the clouds. Always. I was always making up stories in my head and on paper, I was always picturing things and I would get so distracted in my own mind and sometimes, much like Anne, I messed up on chores.
But there was just this solidarity of sorts when I read Anne of Green Gables, that I felt welcome and at home. I felt that Anne and I were kindred spirits. And ever since that first time that I read Anne of Green Gables in Elementary school I knew I wouldn’t let her go. Ever since then when I feel particularly homesick or I just need an old constant friend, I reread one of the books. Usually it’s Anne of Green Gables, but it can also be Anne of Windy Poplars, because I just love reading about Anne at school. It keeps me motivated. Anne’s House of Dreams just gives me all of the Anne and Gilbert feels and so much more, so if I’m nostalgic for that romance that I don’t have I go back there.
So today, March 2nd I would just like to wish this amazing character a happy birthday. I would like to take today to speak out to you all, and to Anne herself and say thank you. Thank you for teaching me about kindred spirits, and that I could be creative, and imaginative, and have my head in the clouds, thank you for letting me know that it’s okay to be a bit of an odd-ball.
I have a soft spot for Anne Shirley that even now, I can feel a bit emotional just typing this post. So Happy Birthday Anne Shirley!