Saturday, December 3, 2022

BREAKING NEWS! SNOWMAN CONTROLS CLIMATE CHANGE AND SAVES CHRISTMAS!


The Littlest Snowman by Charles Tazewell – 1955 – Pictures by George De Santis – illustrations 1958 by Wonder Books

 One of my favorite childhood Christmas stories is The Littlest Snowman by Charles Tazewell, a wonderful magical fantasy story.  I remember after I was grown, asking my mom if she still had the book put away somewhere, but she did not. This was in the seventies before being able to find practically anything on the Internet.

 I told some friends at work how I wished I could find The Littlest Snowman. One of my friends frequently went to yard sales and she completely surprised me when she brought a copy of the book to work one day. She would not sell it to me, but let me make a photocopy of it. It is the size of a “Little Golden” book, and actually is a “Wonder Book” and is only twenty pages. I was very happy to get the photocopy and even happier to purchase my own Littlest Snowman book online years later.

 The setting for The Littlest Snowman is a town not bothered by the hustle and bustle of commercialized Christmas. Imagine a big crowd of people walking down the streets, following the mayor to the yard of a little boy who makes the snowman. When a special candy heart is put in place, the snowman comes to life. The candy heart is inscribed with “I love you truly.” This is a yearly ritual which the people take the time to participate in during the busy holiday season. The Littlest Snowman gets to flip the switch that turns on the huge Christmas tree in the town park.

 The illustrations in this book are absolutely beautiful and were magical to my young eyes. The page with the illustration of The Littlest Snowman attending the annual Snowmen’s Snow Ball is a beautiful picture. I love the waltzing snow couples and especially the refreshment table with the beautiful colored icicles in bright yellow, red, purple, green, orange, and blue. The idea of the snow people having these colorful icicles for refreshments intrigued me.

 The tearful weatherman shares some heart-breaking news with The Littlest Snowman. There will not be snow on Christmas. The Littlest Snowman comes up with a plan. He eats every bit of flavored, colored ice from the local ice factory, and so he becomes very plump. The colorful illustration of all the containers of colorful ice, again, were magical and beautiful to me. Then, on Christmas Eve, the plump, rainbow-colored little snowman climbs to the top of the big Christmas tree in the park and lets the wind blow him to pieces. There is a beautiful picture of the multi-colored snow swirling around the park giving the townspeople a beautiful, colorful Christmas Eve.

 On Christmas Day, the people dig through the snow finding all of the white flakes and put The Littlest Snowman back together. His candy heart is found at the top of the Christmas tree, and when his heart is put in place, he comes to life again. The whole town has a very Merry Christmas Day. The Littlest Snowman has saved Christmas as he sits happily at the top of the big Christmas tree in the park all day. This would make a wonderful, animated Christmas movie; I wish someone would do that! What a beautiful, fun Christmas story that I have had the pleasure of reading to my children and grandchildren. Merry Christmas to everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

 

How I became a book blogger

I exuberantly started first grade in the fall of 1957 at Colchester Elementary in Colchester, Illinois. We did not have kindergarten in that time or place. Imogene Webster was my teacher. I vividly remember the day we started learning to read. I was so excited. Mrs. Webster explained to us that learning to read was so important. What if we were shopping with friends and we could not read the signs in the windows, she said to us. Wouldn’t we be embarrassed if we had to ask someone to tell us what the signs in store windows said? I really took this to heart. It scared me.


 Later that school year, everyone got to take home a library book to read. Mrs. Webster chose our books for us because she said we were at different reading levels and she wanted each of us to have something we could easily read. I was delighted that while many of the students were given a paperback book, mine was a hard cover book. This was a big deal to me, as it was my first hard cover book that I could read myself! Our class reading book, a Dick, Jane and Sally book, of course, was a paperback. To me, a hard cover book meant it was really a grown up book!

My second grade teacher, Mrs. Weinberg who lived in Augusta, Illinois, was my favorite grade school teacher. There were around 25 students in the class. I was a shy, not-popular kid, but she saw something about me. Whenever she had to leave the room for a few moments, she would tell the class that I was in charge. As much as this surprised me the first time, it did much for my self-esteem.

Mrs. Weinberg’s relationship with me really opened my eyes to how much a teacher has to do with a child’s confidence and self-esteem, and what they can accomplish. I did not realize this until many years later.

In second grade, Mrs. Weinberg also let us go to the little library down the hall and check out books. After we read a book, we could go up to her desk and tell her about the book, kind of a little summary so she could tell if we had really read it. She had a chart on the wall with each of our names listed vertically. Each time we read a book we got to put a sticker by our name. This was the time when I really learned to love library books. We could read as much as we wanted, and I was constantly going to Mrs. Weinberg’s desk and excitedly telling her about a book I had read.  

 As shy as I was about speaking in class, it was so fun to share with her one-on-one about a wonderful book I had read. (Does this sound like a future book blogger or what? :) ) One day when I had just begun to share with her, I had hardly got out two sentences, and she smiled and laughed kindly and told me that was all that was required. She said she knew I had read the whole book. I was really disappointed that I did not get to tell her all about the book I had read, but later realized this was a compliment.

One day as I put up one of my stickers, I looked at the whole chart in amazement. I guess for a long time I had just been focusing in my own line of horizontal stickers placed side by side from left to right. To my surprise, my stickers extended clear out almost to the far right edge of the huge chart, while everyone else in the class had stickers that only extended a small length. I had not even noticed this before. I am not really a competitive person. There was never any intention by me of competing with anyone else, and I had not even paid attention to who was ahead. At the end of the school year I was surprised with an award from the Illinois Superintended of Schools, or something similar if my memory is correct. The award was a beautiful red, white, blue and gold ink pen which I treasured.

Years later I learned a word, “intrinsic” as in intrinsic pleasure, meaning to do something simply for the pleasure of it and receiving no other reward except the pleasure of doing it. Reading in second grade, as now, is definitely an intrinsic pleasure. When I think about the pleasure of working on this blog, and think back to these memories of over fifty years ago, what a beginning I had for a book blogger. 



Thursday, September 22, 2022

Teddy and the Witch's Lamp by Edith Snyder Pederson - Copyright 1951

 

This wonderful book is not at all what you might think from the title. I thought it was about a boy named Teddy and a witch, but there is no boy named Teddy, no witch, and no witch's lamp.  A little girl named Theodora Treyner (Teddy) is the main character.

 

Teddy is worried about her parents.  They quarrel frequently and Teddy is afraid they will separate.  Teddy’s mother likes to go out with her friends and frequently leaves Teddy home alone. Although she does not know much about God, Teddy prays for God to keep her parents together.  Her father thinks moving to the country will help their marriage.  Teddy’s mother reluctantly agrees to the move.  Although Teddy’s mother is wrong in leaving her child alone to go out gambling and playing cards, Teddy’s father has the idea that moving to the country will make his wife more “domestic”.

 

Teddy meets Tommy Tucker who lives down the road from the Treyners’ new country home.  They become great friends, “Double Ts” as Tommy calls himself and his new friend Teddy, as they both have the initials T. T.  Tommy explains the Golden Rule to Teddy, and he tells her about Jesus. Teddy has never been to Sunday School and knows very little about God and has never heard of Jesus.  Tommy tells Teddy that Jesus is the Savior, but he is not sure what that means.

 

On weekends the twosome hurry through their chores, pack lunches and go to a place where weeping willows grow along a small creek.  They watch “polliwogs” as they are called in the story.  Where I grew up, they were called tadpoles, and I also loved to watch them and was fascinated at the growing stages of a frog.  Other entertainment for the children is simple activities such as turning over rocks and watching the bugs scurry away, and flying kites.  The story paints a lovely picture of fifties children entertaining themselves and having a great time.  This is the kind of childhood I had and loved.

 

 

The neighborhood children tell Teddy about a mysterious lady who lives nearby. They tell Teddy that this lady is a witch. One day the “witch” lady calls from her doorway and asks Teddy to come and help her with something.  Teddy is frightened and runs away. Later, Tommy tells Teddy that his Sunday School teacher told him that to go to heaven, a person must obey the Golden Rule and do good deeds for others.  Because they want to go to heaven someday, Teddy and Tommy decide to do a good deed and go visit the “witch” and see if they can help her.

 

What Teddy and Tommy find is a complete surprise. This kindly neighbor lady, Mrs. King, whom they thought was a witch, tells them things they did not know about Jesus.  She tells them they cannot get into heaven by doing good deeds, and she reads John 14:6 to them from her Bible, “Jesus answered I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.” (NIV) She explains that the way to heaven is to ask Jesus into their hearts.  Tommy and Teddy eagerly pray to Jesus and receive His gift of salvation.

 

Teddy tries to tell her parents about Jesus, but they want no part of it.  In fact, they will not allow Teddy to attend Sunday School with Tommy.   Then Teddy is hit by a car in a terrible accident and is seriously hurt, but she recovers.  This incident deeply affects Teddy’s mother who eventually accepts Jesus.  It takes Teddy’s father a little longer, but he also accepts Jesus.

Mrs. King has a beautiful hand painted lamp that her mother gave her when she was very young. Her parents died while Mrs. King was still a child, and she and her little sister were separated. They went to live with relatives, and the sisters never saw each other again.  Because Teddy and Tommy recognize this lamp as exactly like one owned by a neighbor, Mrs. King and her sister are reunited.

 

I recently read this story for the first time but have had this book on my mind for many years and wanted to read it someday.  It was in the school library when I was in sixth grade, but I never got around to reading it then.  In previous blog entries I have mentioned that most of these “baby boomer” books I write about were from the school library at Colchester Grade School, Colchester, Illinois in McDonough County.  During the summer between fifth and sixth grade, my family moved to Schuyler County, and I entered sixth grade at Huntsville Grade School, Huntsville, Illinois.  The change in schools was huge to me.   At Colchester Grade School, there were around fifty students in each grade.  Huntsville Grade School was a three-room school with grades 4, 5, and 6 all in the room I was in.  There were nine of us in sixth grade.   

  

At the back of our room, there was a tiny library that did not even fill up one wall, but it had many wonderful books.  A small set of new books was added that year from the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.  I read one of these books and it warmed my heart.  Teddy and The Witch’s Lamp was right there on the shelf too, but I don’t remember why I did not read it.  Perhaps the school year ended too quickly for me.  I always regretted that I never got around to checking it out.  This was in the early sixties, and all these years later, I was able to find this treasure and order it online for a small price.  What a privilege to be able to read this precious book after all these years! 

 

Thursday, March 24, 2022

Betsy's Busy Summer - written and illustrated by Carolyn Haywood – 1956

 


 

Fifties children gone wild on summer vacation !

 

School is out and the neighborhood children are excited about summer vacation. Betsy is especially excited because her father recently built a summerhouse in the big back yard, reminiscent of the one in his back yard as a child.

 

Betsy and her friends have many summer adventures in a small town in the late fifties. With no video games or computers, they amuse themselves with activities such as playing checkers, dressing up in old adult size clothing, running a lemonade stand, and trying to fry an egg on the sidewalk.  Every chapter is a new and different adventure the neighborhood kids have, many times in Betsy's back yard.

 

The Duchess gets muddy, catches a goldfish

One day Betsy and her best friend Ellen are in the summer house sewing doll clothes. Betsy's younger sister Star and Ellen's younger sister Linda are playing dress up in old adult clothes.  Linda is wearing a black lace dress which has been wrapped around her body many times to make it fit.  She parades around telling Star she is a “Duckess” that she lives in a castle and is very rich.  She falls in a small shallow fishpond in the yard and cannot get out as the muddy sides are slick and her dress hinders her.

 

The girls get a small ladder and try to help Linda climb up on to the ladder, but she falls in again and is crying. Star counts the goldfish in the pond. There are supposed to be eight fish, but she can only see seven.  Now Star is upset about the lost fish which only adds to the chaos.  Finally, they get Linda out of the pool and get the “Duckess” dress unwound and off Linda who is wearing a ruffled sun suit underneath.  Now she is screaming that the goldfish is inside her pants.  Eventually they get the fish out of Linda's pants, and when they release it back into the pool, it goes swimming away.  Linda is ok.  The goldfish is ok.  All is well when mother comes to check on the girls.

 

Lemonade gone wrong!

One day Betsy and her friend Billy decide to open a lemonade stand and must make do with whatever supplies they can find to make lemonade. Mother gives them permission to make lemonade and is in the house, but is on the phone, so is not monitoring their every move. Being short on lemons and not knowing what ingredients should be used, they make a concoction of raspberry jam, molasses, prune juice, and one lemon. The mixture is described as turning out a grayish color which is not so appetizing. As I read this, I am wondering if the author actually made this drink to see if it turned out gray and if she did a taste test!

Betsy and her friend Billy sell the lemonade in front of Betsy's house at their makeshift lemonade stand made from a wooden box. Two men, complete strangers pull up in their car and each purchase a glass of lemonade or rather “Razburyaide” as Betsy and Billy renamed it. Comparing this scene with such a scene today, I think about how unsafe and unacceptable it would be today for children to communicate with strangers in such a way. However, the men are kind and are even discreet when they pour the grayish liquid out of the car window.

Everyone else that stops by looks at the Razburyaide and then politely declines saying they are not thirsty, so when the mailman Mr. Fisher comes by, they try to give him a glass for free.  He is driving a parcel post wagon drawn by a horse called Dolly.  Mr. Fisher kindly tells the children he is not thirsty but says maybe Dolly would like a drink. They pour the liquid into a bucket and Dolly takes a drink. Then she raises her head and loudly neighs.  Dolly refuses to take another drink.  Eventually the rest of the Razburyaide gets thrown into the bushes. There is conversation about the possibility of a raspberry bush coming up there next year.

 

Egg frying on a long hot summer day

On a very hot day, after hearing some adults say it is hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, the children decide to try it. I think it is a fifties thing that their parents make them come up with five cents out of their own allowance and pay for the egg. Most parents today would not give a second thought about the cost of giving their children one egg!

When I read this book as a child, I tried frying an egg on the sidewalk, but like these children, I was unsuccessful. The chapter on egg frying ends when the family dog finds the egg and laps up all traces of it, except for the tell-tale yellow stickiness on his ears.

 

Watermelon seeds teach Rodney a lesson

Betsy plans a watermelon party in the back yard. Everyone can eat all the watermelon they want.  When everyone has stuffed themselves with watermelon, they plan to count each child's seeds.  The one with the most seeds wins a prize.  Before the party, Eddie boasts to all his friends that he will win the prize. Competitive Rodney hears Eddie bragging and comes up with a plan to win the contest. He asks his mom if the family can have some watermelon for dinner.  For several days before the party, Rodney helps his mother with the dinner dishes and collects all the watermelon seeds.

On the day of the party Rodney stuffs the seeds in his pockets, then spills them all over his bedroom floor and is almost late for the party as he picks up as many as he can before dashing off to the party. When he arrives, he realizes that the watermelon seeds from Betsy's watermelons are black.  The seeds in Rodney's pockets are white. He is devastated realizing he will not be able to win the contest. He even loses his appetite for watermelon.  The party is no fun for him.

After the party is over, and Eddie not Rodney wins the prize, Rodney returns home. To make matters worse, he runs up to his room and slips on some random watermelon seeds that are still on his floor. He falls down, skinning his nose. The story ends with Rodney sobbing on his mother's lap and telling her the whole story about the watermelon seeds, a lesson in honesty learned the hard way!

 

The ice cream man has trouble, kind children save the day!

The Jim Dandy truck periodically drives through the neighborhood selling ice cream on a stick in many delicious, assorted flavors. This is a special treat in the summer. I remember when I read this as a child this description of the ice cream made me want a Jim Dandy so badly: 

“There was vanilla covered with chocolate, vanilla covered with nuts, vanilla covered with coconut. There was also chocolate ice cream covered with the same coatings. There were peach and strawberry Jim Dandies, and there were others made of orange ice and raspberry ice. …. All the different kinds were kept frozen as hard as bricks inside of the truck. When the driver took them out, they smoked as they struck the warm air.” (Pages 57-58)

Doesn't that description sound just lovely if you were a kid on a hot day!  Then one day the bell broke. What a difference that makes! With no bell ringing, no one knows the truck is in the neighborhood and no one buys ice cream!

Billy happens to be out on the street skating.  He tries to help Jim the truck driver by looking for a bell he thinks he might have at his house, but he does not find it. Betsy and little sister Star get involved and all three children are very persistent in trying to help Jim.  They resourcefully suggest a flute, drum, ukulele, alarm clock, and sweet potato. Finally little Star saves the day with her triangle that she plays in the kindergarten orchestra. It sounds very much like the ice cream bell. The three children ride the Jim Dandy truck all afternoon and take turns playing the triangle. They sell lots of ice cream and they all get paid for helping.  They get paid with Jim Dandies and all are happy!

It happened at the supermarket

One day Betsy's mother sends Betsy down the street to the supermarket with a list of items to make vegetable soup. It happens that Betsy's friend Ellen and Ellen’s little sister Linda are at the supermarket with their little red wagon. Their mother has sent them with a shopping list of items to make gingerbread. 

Linda is happy she has a penny to get peanuts. While Ellen is shopping, Linda puts her penny in the peanut machine and to her surprise, all the peanuts in the machine come falling out. Linda puts the peanuts in her little red wagon. She becomes the center of attention with other children in the supermarket who gather around and start grabbing peanuts from her wagon. Big sister Ellen, who has been shopping, is astonished to see children surrounding her little sister who is sitting in her wagon covering up all the peanuts with the full skirt on her dress!

 

In the process of buying soda and peanuts, the girls laid their lists down and unknowingly got them mixed up. Much to the surprise and confusion for both mothers, Betsy comes home with items to make gingerbread, and Ellen has items to make soup.  After a phone call, the mothers solve the mystery. Betsy's mother makes the gingerbread while Ellen's mother makes the soup, and the two families get together that evening for a dinner of soup and gingerbread!

 

Muddy Fun at the pool site

Betsy's neighbors, the Jacksons build a swimming pool in their back yard. All the neighborhood children are very excited with anticipation of getting to swim in the pool. It is big entertainment for the children to watch the pool being dug. There is excitement when it rains in the big hole before the pool is finished. A couple of the boys accidentally slide into the huge muddy hole and are covered with mud. This makes for a cute story, but this would not fly today. Safety would be a top priority and the hole would be covered and probably a fence around it keeping everyone out.

 

Some of the children get too excited and seem to forget who the pool belongs to. They start a swimming club and plan on charging admission to the pool for those that are not a member of their swimming club. They even tell Mr. Jackson’s daughter she must pay.  When the pool is finally completed and ready to be used, Mr. Jackson, who owns the pool, must gently clarify to the children that he owns this pool. The bossy children who formed the swimming club must humbly dissolve the club.  Mr. Jackson is kind and forgiving and everyone gets to use the pool.

 

Betty Jane’s mysterious box

At the end of summer, the neighborhood children get to enjoy a hayride and wiener roast. Betty Jane brings a big box that has pictures on the outside, of delicious looking saltwater taffy. This gets the attention of all the children who stay close to Betty Jane, and they all want to sit by her on the hayride. She is very popular! When they get to the site of the wiener roast, Betty Jane starts to open the box.  All the children crowd around and try to help her. Then she opens the box, and it contains Betty Jane's galoshes which her mother had insisted she bring so her feet would not get wet!  This makes a bunch of disappointed children.

 

The saltwater taffy disappointment is forgotten as the children enjoy the roasted hot dogs, baked beans, hot cocoa, and cake. This takes place in the fall and is the last story in the book. At the very end, Dad tells Betsy he plans to board up the summer house for the winter, paint it a bright orange-red color, and make it look Christmassy.

 

Some things were different growing up in the fifties, but some things never change. Kids swimming on hot summer days, anticipation of an ice cream truck, and loving to play in the mud are classic human nature.  I was fortunate to get this book through an interlibrary loan, although it is currently for sale at online bookstores at a reasonable price. I eventually bought an inexpensive paperback copy, but as of this writing, there are copies for sale valued up to $995.00 or perhaps more.  I love this book every bit as much now as I did over fifty years ago.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Memories of Dolls from the Fifties and Sixties - Part 1 - Barbie Doll, Tiny Tears, Kissy

Rereading the Raggedy Andy Stories and posting my thoughts in my blog (www.BabyBoomerBookNostalgia.blogspot.com)  has made me think about other dolls from my childhood. In the fifties and sixties there were many famous dolls.  Along with Raggedy Ann and Andy, I loved to admire Barbie, Tiny Tears, Kissy, Chatty Cathy, and Charmin Chatty.    We frequently visited Newberry’s, a dime store on the north side of the square in Macomb, Illinois.  It was the WalMart of my childhood. There was also an awesome toy store south of the square called Milton’s.  I especially remember the television commercials for Tiny Tears and Kissy.
I was intrigued to see Tiny Tears that could be fed real water and then actually have wet diapers! I can remember the Kissy song in the commercials.  I can’t find a video of this song , but the words went: Go get Kissy if you want a little kiss (smack), press her arms like this (smack), you get a little kiss (smack). Go get Kissy if you want a little kiss, for you she is Ideal (smack).  (Ideal was the name of the toy company.) When I was in fourth grade, all of my friends were getting Barbie dolls and bringing them to school.  I wanted one so bad. I asked one of my friends how much her Barbie cost.  She said $2. I was getting an allowance of 25 cents a week so I started saving my quarters. Finally I had saved $2.

It was a very exciting day for me when shopping day came. Mom took me to Milton’s in Macomb to buy my Barbie doll. It was disappointing to learn that the Barbie was priced at $3. I only had $2 so was unable to buy it. However, a few days later my dad made a trip to Carthage, Illinois for some tractor parts and took me to the Ben Franklin store on the square where I was able to buy a “Babette” doll which looked almost like Barbie for $2. I looked at the flyer that came with a friend’s Barbie and admired all the outfits, which would also fit Babette perfectly. One I particularly remember was a stunning black strapless  floor length gown covered in sequins. It was so beautiful but cost $5, an absolute fortune. I have seen that exact dress on Ebay.


The doll I wanted most was Charmin Chatty.   This was the first doll I had ever seen that, like me, wore glasses. Charmin Chatty came with records that could be inserted in her back and when you pulled the string, she could say lots of different things by changing the records.  She had freckles and wore a sailor dress. You could choose a blonde or red-haired Charmin Chatty. Her hair was long and straight and she had bangs; and beautiful eyes with thick lashes, that opened and closed.  To be continued…..


Monday, October 13, 2014

Playing in the Mud in the Fifties and Sixties

Playing in the Mud in the Fifties and Sixties 

Rereading Betsy’s Busy Summer, especially the stories about children playing in mud, has brought back memories of my own muddy experiences. As a kid in the late fifties and early sixties, I think I was mostly a good, obedient kid who never caused my parents too much trouble. However, looking back it seems that any time I was naughty, there was mud or dirt involved!

 

After a big rain, I loved to go out and run barefoot through mud puddles. It was such a free, exhilarating feeling! There is nothing like the feel of mud squishing up between your toes when stepping barefoot into a mud puddle! I loved making mud pies. I would mix water with the dirt to just the right consistency and put the mud in aluminum pans and top them with a real cherry from our cherry trees. I would set them out in the sun on the tree stump that was my pretend oven and let the sun bake them.

 

One large mud puddle near our driveway was big enough that most summers it did not dry up and one summer I discovered that it had frog eggs. I was so excited the day I discovered they had hatched into tadpoles. The progression to having hind legs, then front legs, and then having no tail as they grew into tiny frogs was a fascinating science lesson for me.

 

One summer when I was about 8 or 9, after lots of rain, the plowed field right across the driveway by our house, was transformed into a huge swamp that I could not resist. I decided to take a walk through it in my little red boots. I don’t think that field could have been any stickier and mushier. It was the perfect swampy combination of being plowed and saturated by heavy rains (or should I say bad combination!).  I did not get far before I could no longer lift my feet! I was really stuck in the mud. I felt like I was in quicksand! I yelled for Mom and Dad. I was far enough out into the field they could not reach me! While they stood there yelling at me and trying to decide what to do, I stepped out of my boots, into the “swamp,” in my white socks and went vigorously hopping back to the dryer, solid driveway! I don’t remember if I ever saw my pretty red boots again! Mom and Dad were not happy. When my children were toddlers, they would go out of their way to walk THROUGH a mud puddle instead of around it. I wonder, where did they get that from? I guess I got payback but it did bring back memories of my own childhood.

 

Then there was the incident with the muddy, smelly hog wallow. Mom and Dad were doing some work with the hogs or fixing gates or something back in the woods. My little sister Rosie and I were with them. It was a hot summer day, and the hogs had a huge mud puddle at least a foot deep. The hogs, which were friendly and almost like pets, were enjoying laying and rolling in the cool mud. Rosie and I were getting bored and acting silly. Mom kept warning us to stay away from the hog wallow.

 

I don’t remember exactly what happened next. I know that I would have never purposely walked or jumped into that yucky place, but I think Shirley and I kept edging closer and daring each other to see how close to the edge we could get. The next thing I knew, we were both down on our butts in that mud! Of course, since I was the oldest, I got the blame for this! I do have to admit, however, that I think I went first and drug Shirley down with me. Our whole bodies, including our faces, and clothes were soaked through and through with “hog mud" and I don't want to think about what else was in that mud! 

 

A little while later, we were all on our way back to the house in the pickup truck. Shirley and I were in the back without a stitch of clothes on. I am very modest but was not a bit embarrassed. We didn’t feel naked because we were so covered with mud you could not tell we were not wearing clothes! Mom must have thought that taking our clothes off would help the situation, but I don’t think it made things any better! Mom, of course, was very angry with us. We got unmercifully hosed off many times before several baths.

 

.And there is the issue with me eating dirt. It started when the whole family was working in the garden and hoeing up that rich black dirt in preparation for planting the vegetables. I sat down and started playing in the dirt, and it smelled so good!  I just could not resist tasting it. I regret telling my grown children about this as they tease me without mercy. They are horrified at me doing this, but I really was picky about my dirt and just ate good clean dirt. I would dig down deep and get dirt that had not been touched by anything. It is not like I ate bunches of it, just little tiny tastes of it. This was only when I was very young, and I promise I have not tasted dirt for over fifty years. However, I still like the smell of good clean dirt in a field that is freshly plowed. Maybe it is just the farm girl in me.

 

Fast forward about fifty years to this scene: seven of our twelve grandchildren (who live several hours from us in all different directions) are spending their annual week with us during the summer.  It is a special time for Grandpa and me; and the grandkids do not live close to each other, so they love getting together here for a week and spending time with their cousins. We all go to Bible School in the morning. In the afternoon we do an assortment of different activities like movies, indoor fun spots, exploring a public cave, the zoo, and hiking in public parks.

 

One year on a hiking expedition in a public park with the grandkids, we found some mud puddles and oh boy, the fun started. At first it was just a little mud when they jumped off the swings into the mud but soon it spiraled into full blast, uninhibited mud fun. I was torn between what their parents (my grown children!) would say about the good clothes and sneakers being covered in mud and possibly ruined, and being cool grandparents.  

 

With lots of soap and soaking, the clothes cleaned up pretty good.  I am afraid, however, most of the sneakers were too far gone to restore to their former condition.  Thankfully, the grandkids had all brought more than one pair of shoes, and none of the parents seemed too concerned. I was relieved that the parents were AMUSED to arrive in our driveway and see all those sneakers spread out sunning on our deck with dryer sheets stuck in them. I guess it was all worth it to me when the grandkids thanked us for letting them cut loose in the mud. Of all the fun activities Grandpa and I take them to, they all agreed that the fun in the mud was the “funnest”  thing they had ever done during the “Bible School/Cousin Camp” weeks at our house.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Julie's Secret Sloth by Jacqueline Jackson (1953) part 1

Strange smells, lamp crashing in the middle of the night, and a head of cabbage mysteriously rolling across the living room floor! These are some of the strange happenings in the usually normal Potter house after nine-year-old Julie returns from a visit with her aunt and uncle. Julie is very resourceful in finding ways to hide her new pet, Sampson, a giant two-toed sloth, in the house right under the noses of her parents, which makes for a hilarious story.