I really can never tell you why I wrote something. It really is a mental disorder how things come to me. My family often makes fun of me because we can be having an important conversation and all of a sudden a flash of ideas […]
I feel I’m getting old. Because my memories increase Of times when love was told, And their actions were released. I didn’t know back then Selfishly I acted very spoiled. I had not time to spend My bitterness uncoiled. Emptied of my […]
My Mimi was special just the way she was in everyday life. Her laugh was magical and it could make everyone around her joyous. She loved Blue Bell Ice cream, which made me love it too. Your life was bettered by being around her.
All of her nieces, nephews, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren experienced reading with Mimi. There was a special book that only came out when you were alone with her. You didn’t have any other children in the house and no adults either.
It was quiet in the house. Most often it was late at night because I remember the darkness outside. I would have wet hair from a fresh bath and shampoo, with clean jammies on that smelled of Tide. The TV would not be on, yet you knew that you were going to have the best entertainment of your childhood.
Mimi would disappear into the bedroom while I waited patiently on the love seat. That was the best place to sit so I could share the warmth of her presence upon her return. She would come back to the living room with the treasured book, “The Rainbow Goblins.”
It was a very big book, with vivid artistry. None of the children were allowed to touch the book or the pages. There could be no chance of getting the pages dirty or torn. Sitting very still I would be entranced as she would turn the pages appropriately as she read the words.
The words would be read by her dramatically, but softly. Her normally vivacious voice would be almost a whisper tonight as she pointed to the beautiful pictures describing the paintings as the colors jumped into my eyes.
I wanted it to last as long as it could, not because I was trying to get out of going to bed; I didn’t want my time with Mimi and the Goblins to end. She didn’t hurry the book along either. Mimi took her time reading so I could enjoy every word and every detail in the pictures. She would help find the animals, naming each one. I would name the colors of each Goblin, as she helped me find the next one.
With me still not touching the book or the pictures, Mimi would eventually turn to the last page. Her sweet shoulder would move as she closed the book. The magic lingered and in a Goblin trance, I would go off to bed. She would tuck in my covers and kiss my face.
The Rainbow Goblins would disappear back to her hiding place that none of us children could ever find, even though we tried. We all knew the Goblins would not return until we could have another night alone with Mimi.
She is gone and the Goblins remain in our memories. Mimi’s spirit comes back as we read the Goblins to our children. We continue to preserve the magic of Mimi and the Goblins.
There is no other way to share special times with our youth, other than reading. Disneyland, toys, electronics, or media, cannot replace what a book can provide.
I am grateful that I had these special times alone with her. Looking back I am happy that she hid the book, and kept the sanctity of the Goblins by not letting any of us tear the pages. Her reading gave each child a legacy to pass on.
I have been asked on many occasions why I wanted to write my children’s books. I still cannot answer that question very well because when I wrote them, I just felt this compelling voice inside of me that made me get up in the middle of […]
Today, I had the pleasure of sharing all three of my books with a special friend, Terry Werner. Terry has been a tremendous support for any endeavor I’ve been involved in. A friendship that spans over 30 years has to be precious in today’s […]
Well, that seems silly, because you read a book not smell it, right?
Being a parent I know that toys fill a room and many of those toys go unnoticed after a few days, then they become clutter. But books fill a room with knowledge, time spent together, and yes smells.
Our children’s senses are filled with a book in print, not a book on a screen. There is a smell of paper and glue. The printing has a hint of a wonderful odor. There is a smell of you, their parent beside them holding a book and reading together. At bedtime, the smell of clean sheets while reading will be a lasting scent that will bring back memories long after children are grown.
When I read Arnold to my grandchildren, we can smell tacos and burgers as we discuss his eating habits. If we get silly together reading, we can smell pig poop. We close our eyes and smell horses in the pasture.
Each page of Wings and Feet discuss smells and they permeate from the pages under little noses. The sweet scent of clover, flowers in the meadow, the crisp smell of a babbling brook.
Most of all a parent can treasure the smell of a freshly bathed child with clean jammies in bed reading together. Your face is in the perfect position to enjoy that little child smell that will soon be gone before you know it.
Maybe it’s a book in the car with seat leather smell mixing with paper as the book is opened and pages turned. You also might experience the stinky feet smell when a child plops off his shoes, crosses his legs, and settles in for a good book read.
That book smell is a memory embedded in your children and a comfort for their souls.
I feel honored that my books are now on board Mercy Ships in their library and will be used at the home schools they provide. This charity affects my heart deeply because of the great work they provide. Knowing that Arnold will entertain children and […]
When children are adopted into an already growing family, the transition for both the adoptive child and the biological child can be difficult. Differences in personality, behaviors, mindsets, etc. can come to light and without the proper perspective, those differences can become dividing rods. My […]
The question came up recently “What was your favorite book growing up?”
I actually still have the book and it is falling apart and saved in my childhood scrapbook. It was simply called Ponies, a Rand McNally Junior Elf Book with no author. The price is still on it. It was 15 cents! It is a little 4×6 book that was just right for my little hands.
The one thing that my own children learned growing up was that all of our animals had personality and feelings. This enabled them to learn many life lessons and how their own personality was affected by their feelings. Arnold had a great personality that was […]