The thing about Ladybird Books ... well, one of the things ... there are a lot of things ... but one of my favourite things about Ladybird Books is the way they capture domestic scenes in snapshot. Details of 20th century daily life, insignificant at the time, can pack a particular zeitgeist punch because they slip under our guard.
I recently posted a picture online of a tea table laid for a tea party.
(In the era of The Great British Bake Off and Choccywoccydoodah many of us had forgotten that humble yet gaudy, fringed cellophane cake frill the jazzed up your party cake. It seems my family was not alone in using the same cake frill for years, carefully removing it as the cake was eaten and putting it in a kitchen drawer where it would shed small pieces of hard icing through the year until next called on for active cake service).
Then how did you keep your egg warm until its time had come? You were invited to knit egg cosies, or to give egg cosies as presents.
The egg is still with us - but the Ladybird artwork evidence suggests that its importance has waned. Once the egg was something - majestic in its simplicity. Now it's more likely to be an ingredient, among other ingredients, on a long list in a complex recipe.