The Name is Drew. Nancy Drew.
A few days ago, Trish McFarlane posted about favorite childhood books over at the HR Ringleader. My absolute favorite immediately came to mind- Harriet the Spy. But it got me thinking about the subject. While I read most anything I could get my hands on, in addition to Harriet, I had definite favorites throughout my grade school years:
- Nancy Drew
- Trixie Belden
- The Happy Hollisters
- The Dana Girls
Mystery novels/series. All of them.
Now granted, the majority of the “crimes” being solved by our heroes/heroines in these books were not particularly heinous. Missing jewelry, a lost dog here or there, stolen identities – the sort of niggling puzzling little mysteries that crop up in everyday life. When I was in 5th grade I carried a notebook with me for mystery-tracking and note-taking. Because, of course, in the event that I solved a mystery in the course of my daily life, I wanted to make sure I took sufficient notes. In the event they needed to quote me on the front page of the New Berlin Citizen.
Now while I didn’t grow and become the next Cagney, Lacey or Jennifer Hart, perhaps my early childhood wish to be a detective came true when I moved into HR:
- I investigate mysteries – aka “employee relations”
- I take notes – aka “documentation”
- I call in the experts when needed – aka “the lawyers” (thankfully, not often “the police”)
- I reinforce myself with ice cream as necessary – (Trixie was particularly keen on doing this)
So did my childhood fondness for mysteries and motives and problem-solving lead to my chosen profession? Am I fulfilling some need that was imprinted into my psyche at a very early age? Is it, in fact, possible to be as glamorous and charming as Jean and Louise Dana while getting the job done?
Hmmmm – now that’s a “whodunit.”