Kansas - home of little Dorothy and her gingham frock, Toto, Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. No, I've never
really been there, but I feel as though I have. Like everyone else of my generation, I've watched The Wizard of Oz umpty-million times, both as a child and as a long-suffering parent. When I was a child, it was on TV every Christmas for years on end. I remember my poor old Nana (who presumably thought she had seen it quite enough times) grumbling but still sitting through it, because she knew how excited I was about seeing it again. Maybe she had a little nap - I wouldn't know because I was enthralled every time! Say Kansas and straight away I see (black and white) fields stretching for miles, picket fences, little wooden houses and endless skies.
Of course, Kansas isn't all fields and prairies...